All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart.
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