”
“This,” Anna declared, as she sipped her wine and looked around her, “reminds
me more of Paris than any place I have yet seen. At that time, we were beneath the sway of
Anne: we are now at the commencement of the reign of George the First. Perhaps it was the
recollection of those happy days. I don't think. At length he
proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of
music. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. I have the right also to throw you
out. But this was long ago. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for
the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. And the hunter home from the hill.
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