At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. Jack was completely overcome. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. You are different from all the world for me.
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