Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. But next moment, Captain Roding put up her back. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt.
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