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"Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water. It will be horribly dull, and she is a very trying person. \"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. She taught him how to sail a proa, how to hack open a milk-coconut, how to relish bamboo sprouts. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. He looked like an animated skeleton that someone had hung a smelly 105 brown beard upon. You don’t know about Mary because you live in Kent. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. This astute personage was somewhat under the middle size, but fairly proportioned, inclining rather to strength than symmetry, and abounding more in muscle than in flesh.
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