On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Wood to a seat within it, immediately pushed from land. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask.
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