The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. 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. “How are you feeling?” She asked with grave concern in her voice. Yours?" The stranger hesitated.
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