Her scream shook the windows of the sedan. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. You don’t know. 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. ‘Never.
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