Poor little one. " "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. ***** The general office was an extension of the west wing of the McClintock bungalow. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. I'll tell you what. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. "Aha!" exclaimed Jonathan, acting upon the information he had obtained from Wood; "I have found you at last. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. She had often wondered if Hoddy would ever go back to it.
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