A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. “Flesh and flowers are all alike to me. “They died within a few months of one another. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. The new and the old cancelled out; his daughters became quasi-independent dependents—which is absurd. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. "It's not an offer," continued he, "that I'm likely to make, or you're likely to receive every day in the year. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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