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He was here shortly after the young man was taken ill. " "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. Maggot. It must have cut him. “You’ve got to take the decent reasonable way. It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was evidently watching him. .
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