" "What?" "We'll put those stories back into the trunk and never speak of them to him. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. The Jacobite. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. I love my husband. What a God-forsaken fool he was! And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach! Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. They feasted every day and ate all sorts of fresh foods grown in the expansive gardens teeming with vegetables and fruits.
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