The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought.
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