"Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Little by little, she stopped hating him. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask. ‘Grace à dieu, he breathes still. "We're forgetting," he said. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts.
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