Chapter 7
Emmeline was seated on the grass; she had a long strip of the striped flannel stuff about her, worn like a scarf, and she had another piece in her hand which she was hemming. The bird was hopping about, pecking at a banana which they had thrown to him; a light breeze made the shadow of the artu leaves dance upon the grass, and the serrated leaves of the breadfruit to patter one on the other with the sound of rain-drops falling upon glass. "Where did you get it?" asked Emmeline, staring at the piece of the javelin which d**k had flung down almost beside her whilst he went into the house to fetch the knife. "It was on the beach over there," he replied, taking his seat and examining the two fragments to see how he could splice them together. Emmeline looked at the pieces, putting them toge
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