It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. Brown broke the silence. She realized that no man had ever placed a mantle of respect upon her as Sebastian did; respect for more than just her pretty face and her now lost ability to bear children. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads.
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