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He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table.
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