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" The spinsters had no counter-philosophy to offer; so they turned to Ruth, who had singularly and unconsciously invested herself with glamour, the glamour of adventure, which the old maids did not recognize as such because they were only tourists. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. Her confession was still unmade. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. The less she lived, in fact, the better. CHAPTER IV The tourists returned to the Sha-mien at four o'clock. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters. " "I should like a little of that plum-tart," said Mrs. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. He had taken it back.
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