I was born on an island in the South Seas. " "Afraid?" "Yes. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. He looked at her, hurt. ‘That way. You shall hear from me to-morrow. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh.
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