“Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. I did not know you spoke Kanaka," he broke off.
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