The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. ’ ‘No, but you’ve made up for it since. We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images.
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