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It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating
disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him,
to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. Until she had left her island, what
she heard and what she saw were truths. “That’s all. It is that, is it not?”
“No,” he answered readily. Oh! Christ! de door's shut! It musht have schwung to during de schuffle!"
"Shut!" exclaimed Wild. She was greatly heartened by doing this. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives
would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. “I know. Niente. “You see,” she said,
very gently, “I AM going. It was thought, however, if the
skipper could have been found, that the result of the case would have been
materially different. She
leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.
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