“I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. He whispered in her ear. She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. "We must marry at once! The doctor may put me on the boat and force you to remain behind, otherwise.
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