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Another picture slid across her vision. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. She loved to dress the Fritz and Anna in outfits that she stitched from discarded velvet dresses. "Why do you laugh?" he asked. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. "But, let me tell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms of another. “I suppose, daddy, you’ve no objection to my going on with my work at the Imperial College?” she asked.
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