A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. The twins were a hard delivery, a C-Section. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. I want him as my friend.
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