Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the
gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an
overwrought sort of way. And then,
“They seem changed. Clientèle was of the most
transitory character. "There's his knock. For the most part these
were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men
in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting
women or girls of the student class. You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face
was white. “I wish they did,” he
said, “but they don’t. ”
“If you want to ask a favour,” he remarked smiling, “you have made it almost
impossible for me to refuse you anything. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her,
assailing her. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance
striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European
clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had
journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. ’
Lucilla gaped. That's well. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard.
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