"I understand," she said. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. Conscience drove him to this side of the world, to this bed. As a matter of fact I have been waiting for you. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan.
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