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270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. “If it is a choice between the two,” she answered, “I must be Annabel Pellissier. Lucy sized up the girl. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. He was consumed with desire. When I've placed another skull and another halter beside them, I shall be contented. He would have to return to Hong-Kong; and his trail would be picked up the moment he set foot on the Praya. The doctor's lessons, perhaps delivered with too much serious emphasis, had destroyed that buoyant confidence in her ability to take care of herself. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome.
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