"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well.
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