What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. She heard him come in; the light burned on. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. What news.
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