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the proverbial Englishman was supposed to carry with him wherever he went—even into the wilds. A charming parcel it must have been—this top hat upside down.

Borden again . . . Once it was merely a name, but how different it looks to us now with the crescent of romance and interest curving away into the sunny distance behind it.

Again we take the boat . . . Slowly and regretfully the boat slips away from the Happy Isle .

“Poor Lord Egmont,” Jean murmurs pensively, “losing an island like that . . . No wonder he was sore!”

”No wonder

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