“It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. “How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with myself?. ’ Gerald laughed.
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