The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses.
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