She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. She has also been afflicted with occasional returns of her terrible malady. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me. At the bottom of the trunk I found two of my mother's dresses. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done.
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