A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was fastened. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail.
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