The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so.
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