My opportunities have been immense, and my failure utter. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. He can't be far off. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet.
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