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He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. Gerald glanced down and saw her dash at a spread of blood on his own hand, only now realising that her dagger had found its mark. . He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. I hope you've enjoyed your health.
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