There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. “We can,” he said, “and we will.
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