” Lucy tried to ignore her awareness that Mike’s ears had perked up. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. "Sir Cecil is no more. Better get a dress.
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