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Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. ” Annabel looked intently into her glass. Contests were held every year, the type of which depended on her caprice. . She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success. .
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