“Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a
thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the
narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the
sleeping tigress. "You see?" Ruth said. And such
slight relief as I can afford should have been offered earlier, if I'd known where
you'd taken refuge after your unfortunate husband's—"
"Execution, you would say, Sir," added Mrs.
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