" "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. “I hope that whatever your plans may be, you will give me the opportunity of seeing something of you now and then. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. " "Propose it," returned Blueskin, inclining his head.
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