Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. We’re handfuls. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. She recalled that day of the typhoon and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. ‘Never would he have gone to England.
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