They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. ‘Do you not
understand that I can trust no one—no one?’
‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. “You will always have to run from normal people and
normal life, John. I stole
away and walked to the railway station. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. It may be well, therefore, before proceeding farther, to
describe it more minutely. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down
that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?”
He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in
earnest. She was poor. ‘I was not born to this. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when
I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible
asylum. ‘Now see here, missie.
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