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‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. "
"Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The
Dawn Pearl!"
McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald
McClintock and so-forth. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and
when found, put them on. Wood, in a whisper, as he filled a rummer to the
brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de Saint George—a proposition to
which the lady immediately responded by drinking the toast aloud. Only a book detective could dope this out. “Grail!” said Ann Veronica, and then: “Oh, yes—of course! Anything but a
holy one, I’m afraid. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best
for you.
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