The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips.
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