“Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. We dressed it in a little music. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. 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.
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