You must wait till supper's over. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. "I would have done more, if necessary. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. She romanticized, imagining a life on the High Seas.
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