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Still silence everywhere. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. ” Lucy snickered. ” “Give me something to do,” said Ann Veronica, interrupting her persuasions at last.
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