” She laid her hand softly upon his. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. The commissionaire smiled. One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. ” She stopped abruptly, and turned about toward the front door. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge.
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