Just what in the world was that about?
Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. ’
Gerald considered. I guess. A neat tale, giving little away. He had offered to escort the young lady to England where
she might seek refuge with her relations there, and proposed that the maid
Yolande might serve Miss Charvill. This woman, contrary
to his custom, he answered. A piece of
seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. His eyes never
left her face. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which
she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men
working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in
what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. She
addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. . "
Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that
perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same
category as this Taber. Kind of knows it, too.
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