Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. “Fuck you, Julian Rimbauer. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity; of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants.
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