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She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. ” “What!” he asked; “not a kiss?” She affected not to hear. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. I’ve just seen him. ” It was a long, meandering talk, stupid, shameful, and unavoidable. In Singapore that had been her only dissipation: a dozen pairs of silk stockings. ‘Long enough for you to see Frith for me. ’ He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect for him had dropped sharply. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid.
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