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" Thus urged, the damsels began to raise their voices in loud lamentation. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. In one of the big gates was a little door, and she rapped at this. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. ” He took a quick step forward. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. I rarely set foot in London these days. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. It’s no good hiding it any more.
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