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” Anna leaned back in the chair and laughed softly. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. It had gone with the rest. It’s your first evening, and early impressions do count for so much. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. ’ She gave him a straight look. Wood. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore.
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