I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and letting the baby out. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood.
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