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“Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. Also she made little pussy-like sounds of a reassuring nature. He had said so. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. ‘At last,’ he cried, ‘I have found you!’ He would listen to nothing. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. ‘But I was not there.
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