She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour. “Quite on my own,” she said. "Ruth!"
She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes
wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil,
she fell asleep. ’ He added on a teasing
note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from
Pottiswick. She was
sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too
desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper
desired. And yet he knew that his skill was equal to that of any fashionable practitioner in
Hong-Kong. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. So she built a shrine. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. “I’m a big boy, you know. “You have them both,” Anna answered. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own
sangfroid.
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