” She demanded. "Yes, sir," said McClintock, as he sat down; "that's South Sea stuff, that yarn of yours. Do you hear?" "I do, Sir," replied Austin respectfully. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed. She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting.
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