"Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. The flat was apparently empty. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home.
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