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The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. Little by little, she stopped hating him. " "It would be funny—just as a trustworthy Malay would be funny. Now he would take her away from the house before killing her, and no one would find her body at all. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes. They were drenched with water and suds. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Silly, isn’t it? Undisciplined. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen. ‘Aha,’ grunted Gerald with satisfaction, squinting up at the two open shutters on the second floor. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle.
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