Anna and her escort exchanged glances. I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more. Anna watched her with curious eyes. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life.
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