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Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. She rapped again, louder. He listened. John. Just sit down on that stool again and let’s talk of this in cold blood. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. 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.
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