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’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. “This is all madness,” she declared wearily. ‘And what is it you’re to rescue her from, I should like to know. ” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. "How have you contrived to still these troubled waters?" "I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland. " "Who wouldn't be lively after thirty years' sleep? Did you hear her explain about beachcombers? And yet she looks at one with the straightest glance I ever saw. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. McClintock does it; and he knows why. There sprang from that a vague hope that perhaps she might extort a capitulation from her father by a threat to seek that position, and then with overwhelming clearness it came to her that whatever happened she would never be able to tell her father about her debt. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “May you have as much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you forget us. Listen. She regarded the young man coldly.
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