’ He let her go. "Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?"
"To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. "
"You're a damn fool, too!" exploded the trader. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and
Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. . Les Misérables, A Tale of Two Cities, Henry Esmond, The Last Days of
Pompeii, The Marble Faun … Love stories!
Until her arrival in Singapore, she had never read a novel. "
"It is past," rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerful effort; "but
never allude to the circumstance again. Immediately beneath her lay
Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the
metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey
church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees.
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