"'The Man Who Could Not Go Home. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. "It is droll," he said. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. I can’t even make myself care. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. There is no poison that would affect her. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. But while there's life there's hope.
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