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It brought no coconut. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. The conversation which her entrance had interrupted began to buzz again all around her. I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure.
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