Morgan the trader did
not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. Take a room!”
“I say!” said Constance. And instead of accepting the situation
gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt!
One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. All the
events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been
unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as
severely as if he had been her actual murderer. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a
tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a
dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a
typewriter. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment.
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