She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. " "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. " And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out.
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