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She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. You are my prisoner, murderer. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. "Is there anything wrong with it?" "Wrong? Why, you have been imposed upon somewhere. You haven’t had it on your mind all this time?” “I have rather. Her tone was icy.
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