“And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. People had started filling the hall: instrumentalists, overly conscientious parents. That's why I'm so anxious to get her to a haven. It’s true. " Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same category as this Taber. So it is that I do not do these things.
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