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“All my dreadful scientific things,” said Ann Veronica. Stanley considered. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. She would lure him, as he was an easily tempted child predator who could even more easily be turned into prey.
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