They'll inspect the schooner on the way back," McClintock lied, cheerfully. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. His first inquiries were concerning the child, and he was delighted to find that it still lived and was doing well. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor.
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