"But you said you weren't particular. Unless—’ Something clicked in his mind and he stared at his friend without seeing him. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. " "Come along," thundered Jonathan. "I want to speak to Edgeworth Bess myself. I have never been wrong about the sex of an unborn child.
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