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" "She? My God, the pity of it! She knows nothing of life. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out by these outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. Yet even now there were so many things untouched, so much to be learned. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience.
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