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The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. " He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. "Well, what can you expect, guzzling poison like that? Are you returning with us to Hong-Kong in the morning?" "No. "You open it, Ruth. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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