He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes.
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