But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. 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. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another.
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