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This way, Sir Rowland. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. Here, Caliban, attend to the door, and keep the wicket locked till I return. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly.
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