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She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. "My enemy," replied her son. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins. I deal with the Malay mostly; but twice a year I visit islands occupied by the true blacks, recently cured of their ancient taste for long-pig.
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