The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. "Why were you afraid to show me this picture, Winny?" asked the youth.
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