She
whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by
the window, keeping out of the way. She patted John's
head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. He was a fool. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one
of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. “I wish you didn’t. ‘I will not, if you will assure me that an imbecile is a better marriage prospect
than a starving pig. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out. But tell me how have
you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by
me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. Like a trollop in heat. I'll wait for you down here. 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. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. Wood
and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance
behind.
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