She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. ‘That is not your affair. ‘Take this. Have we not received Lady Bicknacre just this morning? Not to mention the Comtesse de St Erme.
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