CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. "Look here," cried Jonathan, stooping down and taking hold of a ring in the floor, with which by a great effort he raised up a flag. ’ ‘Good. ‘But with more courage in her little finger than in many another female’s entire body. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. Nevertheless, Ann Veronica found it a difficult matter not to think of these things. He had taken it back.
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