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She were brought to bed a few days after Miss Mary. What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. We must always move on. She was supposed to be reading at home, and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. The Ragged Edge. I haven’t, anyhow. There was another little thing he had to say. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me.
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