No, don’t let me call myself that. 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. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of
the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the
bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these
circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. ‘You
ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try
and save it. John. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. ”
She wondered what to.
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