They knew they were all Bogey in disguise. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. “You are talking like a boy. I want a walk.
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