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hard dirt flooring. A knife was handy, and I soon had them liberated, after which I ran outside again.
I had feared for an attack from Lola, but instead of advancing, the burly Kanaka had retreated, and now he was no longer in sight. But the woman, his wife, remained where I had left her, crying piteously and wringing her hands.
