I would have heard her. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. "I can't make you understand; I can't make you see things as I see them. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites.
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