’ ‘But you managed to escape nevertheless,’ Gerald said calmly, ‘disguising yourself as a nun. I'll tell you what. We’ll have Trodger check it out later. ” “That sounds very interesting,” she answered coolly. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. An influence of this description appeared to be exerted on the present occasion.
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