The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked.
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