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He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. ” “It can’t prevent our loving. This too shall pass. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. ‘Now see here, missie.
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