The coconut plantation covered the west side. She watched, puzzled, as her cavalier frowned at the newcomer, glancing from him to Melusine and back again. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. "No!" she cried. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. And I’d do it again for you if needs be.
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