As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. I'll wait for you down here. You will leave me utterly distraught. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside.
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