’ ‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. ‘Don’t want it to break out bleeding again. She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. It saved long voyages and long waits; and the buyers rarely grumbled because the prices were stiff. I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world. And stony broke. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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