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“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged. I’ve made no mention of guns and daggers or, indeed, any of the more exciting aspects of the business. ’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. ” “Do you drink blood?” He stood up. Now, let’s get down to business. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. “But for you Dad would never have let me marry Lescelles.
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