"And now, to your own
concerns. I want to be a human being; I want to
learn about things and know about things, and not to be protected as something
too precious for life, cooped up in one narrow little corner. He drew her away from this thought. Perhaps I ate
something spoiled for breakfast. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. ’
‘But you are bleeding like a pig,’ came the frantic response. Stanley being bored and feeling limited. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times
when shrieking would have relieved her. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew
from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. "Is it you?"
"It is," replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain.
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