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. Her mind left her. James's built for offices of the meanest description. "Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one.
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