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"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. "The natives have foolish ways of saying things. When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the
way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. He lifted her from the floor. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of
Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now
without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. "
Jackson treated this menace with a loud laugh of derision. ‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered,
crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck. . . When she told him that the natives called her The Dawn Pearl, his delight was
unbounded. The conversation which her entrance had
interrupted began to buzz again all around her.
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