“I was sick of the make-believe. And now she was witnessing or observing the complicated machinery of civilization through which they had come, at length to land on the beach of her island. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. He embraced her like her father once had. Something unpardonable is laid to my charge. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. Please tell me what your terms are. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love.
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