She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. ’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. He had looked at it before without comprehension. ” He stared at her incredulously, and she laughed very softly. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. " He then closed the lantern, mounted without much difficulty upon the roof, and proceeded cautiously along the tiles. I'll be at the Cross Shovels in the course of the day. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.
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