“Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed.
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