“Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. “I’ll bring it to-morrow. It sounds as if he must have been terribly upset by my actions, otherwise why should I hear of this matter from you?\" Michelle shrugged. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. The coconut plantation covered the west side. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities.
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