She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but it soon wears off. Oh, what have you been about now?’ ‘There is no need to be concerned. You are alone in the world, you have no one save yourself to consider.
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