She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw,
loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her
youth and her ignorance. They seemed the most
wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. On his third visit to the island
she had surprised him, that is, she had glanced up suddenly and caught the look
of the beast in his eyes. Now, I know you can restore him to his rights, if you choose. An enormous Hand that rose up swiftly, blotting out the sky. He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes. How little he
knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that
her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on
this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an
aunt in the States. Then I assumed a rather portentous manner to prepare him. How she needed him!
Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her
guard. Ann
Veronica was apologetic to the bottom of her soul. They proved all sorts of
things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work.
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