He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. This Joan would hold them for a little. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. There is no other way. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted.
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