The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. There!" Out of the dark unruffled sapphire of the lagoon came vertical flashes of burning silver, singly and in groups. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. "Tell me, what did they call you?" "Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl. ’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked across at him, a sharp question in her eyes.
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