My poor son despairs of me, for I have primed every member of the family to bring me the latest novels whenever they choose to visit. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. But at the same time, I must say plainly that I think your presence here just now would be a great misfortune.
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