’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper. Melusine shrugged. " "No," cried the lady, "this room—I recollect—it has a back window.
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