No; she'd never go back. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. “But, my dear,” she began, “it is Impossible! It is quite out of the Question. I’m a desperate young woman. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun.
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