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’ Madame gave one of those breathy laughs. I’m okay. When she entered the office a strange scene was presented to her startled gaze. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. They weren’t very chummy with one another but Sheila 113 didn’t expect much from a foster daughter as long as she worked hard, very hard, to earn her keep. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. She was by his side.
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