A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. “I’ll have to pay it. And, if ever I'm brought to the
gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. They unloaded Michelle’s
sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back
seat, necks craned against each other. Curiosity to see
what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty,
struggle. 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. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved.
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