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8 or 1. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. "I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. ‘Come on. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. Like most officers, he’d had it especially made, for a man who loved danger had need of a precision instrument of defence.
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