That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. "No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. "I'll cut down him who opposes me. 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.
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