As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. Then Capes’ footsteps approached. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow.
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