"Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. It came again. Ought she to walk into some of these places and tell them what she could do? She hesitated at the window of a shipping-office in Cockspur Street and at the Army and Navy Stores, but decided that perhaps there would be some special and customary hour, and that it would be better for her to find this out before she made her attempt. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. Still, in spite of her glances and gestures, Mr. He only laughed his defiance. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. It was neither good nor bad.
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