"Yes, your son, Madam. “Do something!”
But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight,
gorging on the woman he had caught that had been
meant for Rhea and her child. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one
strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about
the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. 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. I
knew where I would go next: Florence. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less
than his accustomed skill. ‘That is a very English name.
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