To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons.
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