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“Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude.
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