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” He closed the door partially behind himself. I’m not Gerald, remember. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. It was Annabel’s. The tired woman looked quietly at her. Gracious, there’s the gong. Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. 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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