The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. ” She trailed off as the smell hit her nose.
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