\" Lucy said. He resumed his listening. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. ‘You mean—’ ‘Hilary!’ Lucy turned excited eyes back to Alderley. I was quite as much annoyed as you were to see Mr.
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