He kissed her
fingers and grinned. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud. Bird,—who was rushing up stairs, alarmed by Mr. "
"I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she
dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of
Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it
might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her
reason. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him,
rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like
stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. 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. But this was long ago. Always the other things
remained.
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