"Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. “I have a special surprise for you, Lucia. "I am, Charcoal. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. And I want you for myself—for my wife. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge.
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