” “My dear young lady,” the official said irritably, “this man would not have your name and address in his pocket without an object. ” She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. ***** Coconuts grew perpetually. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. "And equally easy to prove it," replied Jack, giving him the paper he had abstracted from Wild.
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