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She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. Water soaked her through in five minutes. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. ‘More, I think,’ put in Madame, soulfully regarding the major, ‘because I have English, a little. He classified her as he seated himself. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands.
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