The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience. Opposite, his
pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered
away to the horizon. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her
bitterly. 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.
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