They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. They trudged along a little hungry, because of the fruitarian refreshments, and mentally very active. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. It is a true saying that in the mountains there is peace. There was a young lad ahead of her.
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