" "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. ‘It is not possible. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears.
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