"How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. ‘Possibly,’ he said. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. " "Excuse me, Madam," replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. " So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room.
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