She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. " "I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up to the garret, where I've hidden it for safety," said Mrs. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd outside.
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