There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. She opened the door with a neon colored key. “Not possible. Mr. The boy was coming around. I’m glad 237 you came over. ” Shari immediately commenced a strip search of her own closet, tossing on the bed a pair of tight jeans and an even tighter sweater. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met.
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