She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. ” She shrugged her shoulders slightly.
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