Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. “Since last night. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me. 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. “It is a hateful story. I secured the dog after he had wounded me. It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. But indeed that is not at all a good description of her attitude.
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