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I can. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. It does not work, I still suffer madness. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. But the big job for you is yet to come.
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