“No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father, which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her mother had said. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality.
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