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She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. The stags and oxen and things all have to fight for us, everywhere. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. It’s made up of things as small as the diameter of hairs and big as life and death.
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