I know my son's voice too well. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. She aimed directly at Rhea’s head. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. "I think the natives saw you coming out of the lagoon, one dawn. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. He's as savage and suspicious as the devil himself. Sometimes I take innocent lives. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her.
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