She leaned back in her chair. “It was a plot amongst them all to humiliate her. She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. “I wonder what he will do?” She tried to imagine situations that might arise out of Ramage’s antagonism, for he had been so bitter and savage that she could not believe that he would leave things as they were. I am a murderer. ’ With pretty imperiousness, she gestured to the bed beside her.
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