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I love everything to-day, and all of you, but I love this, this—this innocence upon us most of all. That is why I am here. When she slipped off of it her head started to bob, filled with air. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. ’ ‘You surprise me. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. ” He hesitated, and went off at a tangent.
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