” “What case?” “A divorce—or something—I don’t know. “Annabel;” he moaned. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. It was the moment for smiles. Little more’n a week. “Now replace the stone, my child.
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