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As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. From the unlovely hillside his glance strayed to the several five-story towers of the pawnshops. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. "Tell me, what did they call you?" "Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl.
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