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English
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Joan was ever a prey to vivid fancies of one kind or another, and this was one of them. Mercifully for the happiness of all concerned, it had melted away before the spirit of busy, active life and deep content that reigned over the island. Every one was intensely alive, and peace was upon all. JOAN WAS EVER A PREY TO VIVID FANCIES OF ONE KIND OR ANOTHER AND THIS WAS ONE OF THEM MERCIFULLY FOR THE HAPPINESS OF ALL CONCERNED IT HAD MELTED AWAY BEFORE THE SPIRIT OF BUSY ACTIVE LIFE AND DEEP CONTENT THAT REIGNED OVER THE ISLAND EVERYONE WAS INTENSELY ALIVE AND PEACE WAS UPON ALL
ed—for ever wandering about, reading her books in sheltered corners, making little fires on sunless days to "worship by to the gods," as she put it, ever finding new pools to dive and bathe in, and swimming day and night in the warm and waveless lagoon like a fish in a huge tank. She went bare-legged and bare-footed, with her hair down and her skirts caught up to the knees, and if ever a human being turned into a jolly savage within the compass of a single week, Joan Maloney was certainly that human being. She ran wild. So completely, too, was she possessed by the strong spirit of the place that the little human fear she had yielded to so strangely on our arrival seemed to have been utterly dispossessed. As I hoped and expected, she made no reference to our conversation of the first evening. Sangree bothered her with no special attentions, and after all they were very little together. His behaviour was perfect in that respect, and I, for my part, hardly gave the matter another thought. WHERE SHE WAS LEAST EXPECTED FOREVER WANDERING ABOUT READING HER BOOKS IN SHELTERED CORNERS MAKING LITTLE FIRES ON SUNLESS DAYS TO WORSHIP BY TO THE GODS AS SHE PUT IT EVER FINDING NEW POOLS TO DIVE AND BATHE IN AND SWIMMING DAY AND NIGHT IN THE WARM AND WAVELESS LAGOON LIKE A FISH IN A HUGE TANK SHE WENT BARE LEGGED AND BAREFOOTED WITH HER HAIR DOWN AND HER SKIRTS CAUGHT UP TO THE KNEES AND IF EVER A HUMAN BEING TURNED INTO A JOLLY SAVAGE WITHIN THE COMPASS OF A SINGLE WEEK JOAN MALONEY WAS CERTAINLY THAT HUMAN BEING SHE RAN WILD SO COMPLETELY TOO WAS SHE POSSESSED BY THE STRONG SPIRIT OF THE PLACE THAT THE LITTLE HUMAN FEAR SHE HAD YIELDED TO SO STRANGELY ON HER ARRIVAL SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN UTTERLY DISPOSSESSED AS I HOPED AND EXPECTED SHE MADE NO REFERENCE TO OUR CONVERSATION OF THE FIRST EVENING SANGREE BOTHERED HER WITH NO SPECIAL ATTENTIONS AND AFTER ALL THEY WERE VERY LITTLE TOGETHER HIS BEHAVIOUR WAS PERFECT IN THAT RESPECT AND I FOR MY PART HARDLY GAVE THE MATTER ANOTHER THOUGHT
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