Unless he can arise from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father lie buried, you will never behold him again in this world. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. ‘If you will not tell me about Valade, so be it.
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