From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. That really settles about that. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness.
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