They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames.
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