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“Look at me. ’ The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at her side. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Ah! I shall never forget the figure Jack cut on that occasion.
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