All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. “It’s okay Lucy. We have to get them to let us in for the profits of their business, and in return we ask them to—dinner.
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