Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. "Good night!" "So," muttered Jonathan, "having started the hare, I'll now unleash the hounds. ” “Do you think that it was wise of you, or kind to come?” she asked quietly. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in.
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