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"I must tell you," she was saying. ‘Why have you come in here?’ demanded Melusine, turning on him. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. “They were sent to me by Mr. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. Jack affected to close the door, but left it slightly ajar. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge.
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