"Leave his punishment to me, Jack," said Mrs. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. I hardly see you anymore.
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