Their small talk continued. " It was curiously
like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father
paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the
Word. "I have
baffled you. ”
She shrugged her shoulders slightly. A man as rich as
you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his
coat. He blurted, “I was just
telling Lucy that I have finished an important work. And mind he
doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence whatever, till I call. ”
Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion. Her loneliness was
consuming, Lucia. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where
still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the
Wastrel's passage. I'll forgive him if he does.
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