“Don’t!” cried Ann Veronica, struggling faintly, and he released her. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away.
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