‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. Wood. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "Tell me, what did they call you?" "Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?” “Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him.
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