‘I do not believe you. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. I have the right also to throw you out. “I expected you this morning,” he said. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. His tone was rough, almost threatening.
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