Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. 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. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me. What need had she of Gerald, or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying, crying, crying. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse.
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