. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. A fierce struggle ensued. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. .
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