For a time she promenaded the room. ‘You’d do the same. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. \"I told you he likes you!\" She whispered hotly into Lucy's ear. "By all means," rejoined Quilt.
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