"Perhaps that would have been best. Not a breath was drawn. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. It hit her just above the knee.
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