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Then he threw the letter at me. The door to the library burst open. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Something in that, missie. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses.
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