. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. For a time they walked in silence. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke.
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