I was born on an island in the South Seas. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance.
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