“In Paris your sister appeared to me to be a charming student of frivolity. But one changes the style of one's clothes yearly. It was a pity people had to eat food. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him.
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