‘I’ll take wine,’ the lady said briefly, turning back instantly to Hilary. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. I am tired, and I want to be alone. A native sold his supply of nuts in exchange for cloth, tobacco and so forth. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside.
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