” She was silent, and in the gloom of the dimly lit apartment he could not see her face. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged. His voice had broken.
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