works. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. “I am staying at the Savoy. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. Most people, every one I know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. “Come,” he said, “this is capital, capital. It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. My boys are all Sandwich Island born. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain.
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