E. As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. The room seemed a vacuum. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. I'll be quiet.
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