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Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. “Do something!” But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight, gorging on the woman he had caught that had been meant for Rhea and her child.
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