Lucy had tried for years to find
a way of not getting blood all over herself when she made
a kill. Using the shirt, she cleaned away
the blood. It would put the whole adventure on a
broader and better footing; it seemed, indeed, almost the only possible way in
which she might emerge from her rebellion with anything like success. Nothing but the
publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him
from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his
sympathy. Mr. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until
the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the
rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. 207
She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times,
having long since forgotten his name. “Well,” he said at last slowly, “I’ll pay it. "Confusion!" cried he; "there is another boat in our wake. ’
‘Is it, now? Well you won’t, then, for he won’t hear nothing, missie. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at
how badly she had been duped.
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