. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. ‘What am I looking for?’ ‘A miniature. I am almost old enough to be your father.
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