She pushed. "But never mind who, or what I am. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. Without her, it was lonely. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. Ann Veronica found herself in the presence of the most disconcerting fact in human experience, the kindliness of people you believe to be thoroughly wrong. Spurlock had not coached her on this line of conduct. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him.
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