‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour.
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