’ 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. And they pay her. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. CHAPTER XII.
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