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Worse than any man. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. " "That kind of talk makes you sound like a white man. You came out like an ant for your nuptial flight. This heroine ruled an island which (in the '80s) was rich with shell—pearl-shell; and she fought pearl thievers and marauding beachcombers, fought them with weapons and with woman's guile. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father.
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