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I hope I may never come near her. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. Then the lady smiled and her radiance, even in the darkness, warmed Gerald unexpectedly. Wild will hang me. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead.
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