"How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. He was no match for Brendon. ’ ‘Yes, indeed,’ agreed Lucilla enthusiastically.
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