She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island.
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