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“I want to show you something. “You silly
wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his
blotting-pad with busy hands. He turned. “Anna of course would not accept any money from us,” she continued. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. Mrs. Her eyes were
perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there
seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. She
saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran
down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the
slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from
the sides—and the beating of her heart.
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