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‘But Gérard—if you mean the fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady.
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