He cherished her. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes.
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