The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. Do not imagine that I cannot do so, as well as I can this Gérard. McClintock had brought from Penang three mangosteen evergreens; and, wonders of wonders, they had thrived —as trees. He was damned if he knew what to do. "Now stand before me, Poll.
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