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"All that you have been telling me, our old Kanaka cook summed up in a phrase. You will be under the eye of the best friend I have; and if you do not treat that child for what she is —an innocent angel—I promise to hunt you across the wide world and kill you with bare hands. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. “P. You cannot—shall not retreat. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. She had nothing to say for herself. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties.
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