I must!” She threw open the door and pointed to it. He walked unsteadily towards the door. Then pain entered their depths. I was—I was a corespondent. She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any human being in her life before. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go. Apparently I’m not to exist yet. Yes. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. The thought had not even occurred to him.
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