Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. My heart misgives me. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness.
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