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The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. He was profoundly stirred. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. Her prevailing effect was one of quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. Gold-handled, too. “We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. She thought Alice a bit of a sneak, an opinion her brothers shared, and Gwen rather a snatch at meals.
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