"Mr. Lucy loved orchestras, the
bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the
way that the sun shone through filthy windows
illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. I'll engage to get the job done by six. He seemed resigned
but cheerful, and held frequent and serious discourses with the ordinary, who felt
satisfied of his sincere penitence. "
The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her
life to tingle them into action. She returned to
these latter, and at the back of her mind, as she looked them over again, was a
very distinct resolve to quote them after the manner of Miss Garvice at the very
first opportunity. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?”
Drummond shrugged his shoulders. "Why shouldn't a Chinaman be honest? Ah, yes; I know. Where the devil have you hidden all those
weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. Ann Veronica was in their very forefront.
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