Arrived there, Jack felt about for a particular window; and having discovered the object of his search, and received the necessary implements from his companion, he instantly commenced operations. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. In fact, the whole face had undergone a transformation. “Why?” he asked, suavely. They’ve just got to keep white.
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