‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. ‘She knows them. I don’t! Please enlighten me. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. My boys are all Sandwich Island born.
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