"How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. "But it won't do. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. " "That's right, Captain," cried Blueskin. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis.
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