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"Adorable girl, I have long loved you to desperation. The tropical dawn is swift. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. But it was only six-thirty. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. McClintock liked it. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret.
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