The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Glad you're home safe. He hated himself a little for it.
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