" CHAPTER XVIII. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. ‘For my part, I am in no hurry to end this exciting little adventure. She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings.
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