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‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. Without whisky," went on McClintock, "your irritability is beyond tolerance. ’ ‘What?’ ‘Neat little toy. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door. Show him no quarter, Poll. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. It'll be in your way. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. Wood.
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