Mike sat down, his body too large for
the petite blue couch. "
"Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The
Dawn Pearl!"
McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. I put
my foot down like—like adamant. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means
to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!"
CHAPTER XII
The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already.
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