At first she could not tell what it was; but as her
eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. He never retires to rest
till daybreak—if at all. The little streaks upon the
germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the
trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden
flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their
witness and are illuminated. These interests her world
promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt,
and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must
on no account think about. He smiled. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. ’ Then
he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its
driver and leapt into it without looking back. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her
island. He knew that tragedy
was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but
neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. She said you HAD some money. She leaves town
to-morrow.
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