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. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. You don’t understand the fix I am in.
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