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The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. For freedom at least. “You must be the Miss Pellissier of whom David has told me so much,” he said, shyly. " "Nothing," echoed Wood furiously. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. Angelina's distress over these mischances was pathetic. He gave glimpses of possibilities. "One of us has got to die," he panted.
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