"
"From some of your associates?"
"From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. 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. “So it seems that I was wrong. “She can’t. Having secured this,—for he was
almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase
one. Wood was once a favourite of yours. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over
again, and it seemed awfully plucky. Time after
time he reminded her of how powerless she would be
without him, how unkind the world was towards single
women. "
"What did I forget?"
"The breathless days and the faded, pitiless sky. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary
which men applied to certain types of blondes.
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