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. E. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. He often wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them staring at the scenery in silence for hours.
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