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Chairs were overturned. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. But she did not know what he knew, that it would always be rolling up, enlivened by suggestion, no matter how trifling. "If you are in earnest, Thames," she replied, with a look of gentle reproach, "you are very foolish; and, if in jest, very cruel. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. Blueskin, you are a true friend. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. They were only passers-by. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. "I am coming to the point, Joan.
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