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Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. As the palm bears nuts perennially, there were always coconut-laden proas making the beach. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. "I hope not. They hissed me!” “Beasts!” he muttered. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere.
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