Jonathan had not deceived him. She was honest again. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. "I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. ‘You are mad, if you think he will give you a sou. He patted the hand on his sleeve.
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