’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. Gosse! Dieu du ciel, but how did he get into the convent? She had perforce to obey his command, for speech was impossible. “But if you had?” she said. She knew it. E. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart.
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