But those days are over—quite over. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. “You won’t give me away, Anna. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. 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. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy.
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