She laughed. She had not nursed Leonardo for weeks for nothing. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality
what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of
tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. “Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. From the white beach
the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of
bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. It might prove rewarding. Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the
nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian
fluid.
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