‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank
you. "You mean, it doesn't
matter?"
"Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled
words. And then, as she stood
there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon
her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. 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—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?”
“I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica.
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