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Together they were making habitable the second bungalow, which was within
calling distance of McClintock's. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right
across it. “Why should one pretend?
“Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. He
dissected rather awkwardly and hurriedly, but, on the whole, effectively, and
drew with an impatient directness that made up in significance what it lacked in
precision. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained
command of her tongue. The locket contained the face of her
mother—all the family album she had. CHAPTER XXVIII. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you
had only to turn to a certain page. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. There isn't a nurse this side of
Hong-Kong to be had. It will do its best to
overlook things—”
“If we let it, poor dear.
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