Her time and effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than fictional soap operas. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. ‘If he had, he’d have found the sword, see. But this is a great lark, Ann Veronica! This turns life into a glorious adventure!” “Ah!” she cried in triumph. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. Meanwhile, the excitement of the chase had in some degree subsided. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. " "In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. Her mind went on generalizing. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach.
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