I did not care—no woman really cares—to play
the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. I’d take it—
forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. You've never seen a typhoon, have you?"
"No. He could lose himself for hours at a time. By instinct. He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated
it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows,
when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?"
"No. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. "
"Never mind it, my dear Mrs. But a total stranger, a man you never saw twentyfour hours ago! It can't be thought of. It
was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into
surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. Believe me, it will be better
by far that you should consent to marry me. ”
She lifted her eyebrows.
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