‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’
‘Merci. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed,
uncaring of lice or bedbugs. In his youth he must have been a remarkably handsome man,
for he is still handsome. There was the motor accident, too. I was helpless. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the
doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not
visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. “I have had nothing since,
and it seems a very long time. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock
was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think
the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The
abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white
sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you
really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets
without giving any return?”
“I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend.
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