‘Tell me, my boy. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. “No,” said Ann Veronica, “but I want to know. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars.
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