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The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. Wood. Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street. “Those young men startled me at first, because they knew my name. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. "Anywhere," he said in answer to the manager's query.
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