“I know that our social order is dreadful
enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. She took up one of her father’s
novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on
her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning
forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. She reflected upon that with a thrill of
terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. That was one of the
mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service
that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. He
closed the door. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain
them more.
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