She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction. You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. ‘Don’t be silly. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames.
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