"Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The carpenter did not hesitate a moment. It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour. She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. Something seemed awry.
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