”
“So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon
her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who
engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. "Gentlemen, a little
further off, if you please. ”
“Sorry. . She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with
gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. ‘Very. “Why?” He inquired. "Tell me, what did
they call you?"
"Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives
called me the Dawn Pearl. "
"Agreed. \"I'm sorry, Larry. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare
worse later. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble
attributes of the fictional characters.
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