" The little girl's countenance fell. 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. The Night-Cellar. In fact he was thinking of other things. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. Playing became a way of escape.
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