Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. “We have come too close together for me to believe it. With this she now entered. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded.
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