Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. ’ Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a shadow. And he had gone away without knowing the truth! "My proa boys are ready; the wind is brisk; and in an hour we shall be beyond all pursuit. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. I am going to make a fresh start.
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