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" "What's he know about copra and native talk?" "Nothing, probably; but I'll wager he'll pick it all up fast enough. "He knows he had to take it. "I'd forgotten. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. 'Mrs. Ann Veronica stared at his foolish, propitiatory smile, his hungry gaze, through one moment of amazement, then stepped aside and went on her way with a quickened step. I suppose this is what she learns in her infernal London colleges.
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