We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. He wanted her named Mary. Gone off, cool as you please, and left me to manage everything.
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