There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. The air was pungent and leaden. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance. “Okay. “No, no,” she cried. "Your uncle must protect you. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. She listened, her suspicions confirmed.
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