Treat me as an elder brother, if you like. " "Did he owe you money?" "Oh, no!" "Then why do you wish to know?" Ah Cum pondered. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910.
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