” She shook her head. . And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. Fast asleep, he is. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. You understand. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. "But, however, it may turn out, I disown you. It’s artificially chance.
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