"How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. For what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber? The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. The boy would never know just how lucky he was. I’m off to England. I’ve loved her for two years, I love her now. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. She looked at him gravely and squinted.
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