It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. “I would have given up anything to see you your old self again—as you are this evening.
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