Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. What did you do when your father went on trips to other islands?"
"Took off my shoes and stockings and played in the lagoon. . My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing
and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly
together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life,
of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine;
of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are
splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite
within my means. Her
father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among
the petrological things—the study was turned out. "
There was a pause. She looked at him as
he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s
door. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify
him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. "Bless your soul!
d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged.
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