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‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. I find it impossible to associate you with—my little friend of the ‘Ambassador’s. The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. Shortly to be executed. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it.
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