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. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. My sister made me over, you know. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge.
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