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“I don’t see that his being a good sort matters. She had lost it. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. And since then, he has openly avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of treachery.
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