On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. McClintock's was a plantation of ten thousand palms, yielding him annually about half a million nuts. Always the other things remained. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. Michelle stopped by the Beck’s after school that day.
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