I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in
its way—to get anything out of them. “Don’t be too sure of that,” she answered enigmatically. She was
rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. Her head ached with a hollow pain. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that
she must not disturb him in this man-agony. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears. I do not choose the
vicomte, for that would be foolish. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and
in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. But it is not entirely without hope,
for perhaps they may find some succour with Charvill.
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