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As he listened, Piet thought how enviable were the lives of these natives, despite their inadequate bathing facilities.

As Piet stepped into the cool darkness of the canopy floor, moisture pricking his skin, he stopped to listen. Above and all around them, millions upon millions of leaves rustled as warm air rose through them. The more he listened, the more he heard. He could have sworn the forest was almost silent from the road, but in it – listening to it – he heard infinity in the sound of the leaves.

Louisa had a discerning eye for craftsmanship, which her father had delighted in and trained. She did not think much of the Mount Nelson’s wicker furniture, and had supposed that this was all a colony at the end of the earth could offer.