It was picked up by a secretary. He drew the heavy curtains.
To see himself truthfully reflected in just one pair of eyes a day might save. Its waters are blue and beautiful and calm inside its coral reef, and the trade wind sighing through the fronds of its coconut palms at night might be the murmuring voices of the ghosts of the kings and chieftains who fished in its still waters long before the sea captains brought strange diseases or the missionaries brought mother-hubbards.