For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. “But you’re wrong. I’ve bored you or something. Wild here presently. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. " "Do not speak of it," rejoined Thames, with a look of horror.
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