"You poor child!—you can have all the dogs on the island, if you want them! Come along to the kitchen, and we'll give Rollo a tubbing. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction. " All day long the phrase interpolated her thoughts. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins. . But we cannot discuss this here. ” “But it is too late,” she declared.
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