There was every indication that she fled the island in company with a dissolute rogue. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Natives are queer. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. ‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in.
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