" "Nothing in the pockets. She seemed honestly glad to see him. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. . ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. \" He paused in awkward silence as they walked outside the red double doors. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images.
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