Set on unravelling her secrets, Gerald pursues every possible clue—much to the indignation of Mademoiselle. “It will spoil your life. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction. Her anger died and she eyed him. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. You see, it's like this. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been.
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