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. ‘If the boy had sense enough to send word to Gerald as he was told to do, then God be praised!’ ‘Parbleu,’ broke from Melusine, as she turned on him instead. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. Everything in the world had changed for her. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. Could it be him you mean?" "No. "I shall value it highly, and will promise never to part with it. I have come to take you home; and hereafter my word will be the law. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight.
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