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There was a hint of tears in her voice. That's a queer yarn. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home. "Darrell's job was done early this morning," he said; "and if I'd attended to his advice, the packing-case would have been finished at the same time. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. What right had a young woman to possess the scarring and intimate knowledge of that dreg of human society, the beachcomber? CHAPTER II Ah Cum lived at No. "He's in St. I will be very well without him. I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew him out of the crowd. They had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived.
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