She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. A day will come when you will thank me. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. “We are so interested to hear, Miss Pellissier,” she said, “that you have been living in Paris.
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