This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. ‘Mademoiselle. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well.
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