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Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. " "All right. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. Will you please—Not now, or I must go.
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