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The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. “Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. He was not a sailor. “Everything will follow,” she said. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. At least here she was safe.
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