I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. And he had good reason before long to congratulate himself on his forbearance.
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