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Part 7 As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that needed a little care. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. He knew it to be St. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. And now, only twenty-four hours behind him … that is, if he wasn't paddling by on the return route to Hong-Kong or had dropped down to Macao. He had. It is not for myself I fear.
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