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She crept into the living room and turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had fallen to the carpeted floor. Too busy. "Took a great fancy to you. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home.