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“You had only to ask——” “Do you think,” Anna interrupted, with a note of passion trembling also in her tone, “that I would have taken alms from Sir John, the man to whom I had lied for your sake. But the Yale spirit!" Ah Cum laughed. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. She felt much better. It occasionally troubled the major that Hilary’s staunch loyalty had led him into hair-raising exploits at Gerald’s side, for he was perfectly aware that Hilary would not have dreamed of deserting him. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. “Sir John is a man of the world,” her aunt answered coldly. That is what my mother used to call me. They seldom arrive on the beach.
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