Sheppard," said Wood, glancing round the chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. It'll be turning over to-morrow. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere.
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