She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. ’ If she suffered from dragging pain in her joints, Gerald thought it explained why her features were prematurely lined. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. “It isn’t fair. 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. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. If you do not find your aunt, my people will take you under wing until you can stand on your own.
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