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Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. You know how stubborn they get. "I wonder how she picked up Kanaka? On her island they don't talk Kanaka lingo. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. He stopped short with a little exclamation of surprise. When she awoke from a pleasant dream an hour later, she was shocked to find herself restrained in a bed that was not hers and not the inn’s.
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