Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. He had not remembered her as looking so small. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. pgdp. At this gate two paths meet. Not afraid of me, either.
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