CONTENTS
[ CHAPTER I ]
[ CHAPTER II ]
[ CHAPTER III ]
[ CHAPTER IV ]
[ CHAPTER V ]
[ CHAPTER VI ]
[ CHAPTER VII. ]
[ CHAPTER VIII ]
[ CHAPTER IX ]
[ CHAPTER X ]
[ CHAPTER XI ]
[ CHAPTER XII ]
[ CHAPTER XIII ]
[ CHAPTER XIV ]
[ CHAPTER XV ]
[ CHAPTER XVI ]
[ CHAPTER XVII ]
[ CHAPTER XVIII ]
[ CHAPTER XIX ]
[ CHAPTER XX ]
[ CHAPTER XXI ]
[ CHAPTER XXII ]
[ CHAPTER XXIII ]
[ CHAPTER XXIV ]
[ CHAPTER XXV ]
[ CHAPTER XXVI ]
[ CHAPTER XXVII ]
[ CHAPTER XXVIII ]
[ CHAPTER XXIX ]
[ CHAPTER XXX ]
[ CHAPTER XXXI ]
[ CHAPTER XXXII ]
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CHAPTER I
“Hallo! young lady, what on earth are you doing here?” and Gerrard bent down over his horse's shoulder, and looked inquiringly into the face of a small and exceedingly ill-clad girl of about ten years of age.
“Nothing, sir, I only came out for a walk, and to get some pippies.”
“And where do you get them?”
“Down there, sir, on the sand,” and the child pointed with a strong, sun-browned hand to the beach, which was within a mile.