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‘You could not tell it,’ said Melusine, ‘unless you were as close as we. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. “When one wants a thing more than anything else in the world,” she said with outrageous frankness, “one naturally wishes one had it. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. Then the work is optional; they go on their own.
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