He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. ‘Wait a minute, though. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. So proas loaded with nuts were always landing on the beach. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation.
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