" "You'd better hold your peace, my lad," observed Jonathan, in a menacing tone. His literary instincts began to stir. I did not know you spoke Kanaka," he broke off. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. Its smooth surface soothed her nerves.
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