” “And he sat at my table,” Annabel said bitterly, “and yet he did not know me. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. It might prove rewarding. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods.
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