"She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet.
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