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They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. McClintock's was a plantation of ten thousand palms, yielding him annually about half a million nuts. 7. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name.
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