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‘Trespasses,’ supplied Gerald. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against
continual failure was at an end. He couldn't be in better hands than those in
which he has placed himself. From the white beach
the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of
bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. You've caught the colour and the life. '—'Oh! yes we are,' says he. But that was all over. The air was
sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense
with incense.
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