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I did not know you spoke Kanaka," he broke off. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. "Well, I'm glad she's spared this.
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