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Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. A thousand dollars is a lot of money for an author to earn. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. He waved to her. ’ ‘Your plan, then.

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