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So far the boy's mind was clear. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. Why should she? she asked rebelliously. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. The sun never shone upon a lovelier couple than now approached the altar. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him that she is not ‘Alcide. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. But "fine" is the word. Wood, I forget nothing.
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