She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. Give me my pistol and my dagger. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. The female’s words caught at his attention, and he no longer heard what the young Poussaint girl was saying to him. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut.
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