’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. 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 on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. “Let me see,” he said. “How will you live?” she appealed.
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