“But I—I went to Nigel Ennison for help. She shuddered. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. I told you that at the outset. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. He tried to make love to me. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. I have discovered something of her background. To be no longer with Martha was strange.
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