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. ’
Gerald capitulated. She's the boss. He lowered himself on
to her. Good-looking girl. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. Jonathan, though
a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe. They decided quite audibly,
“She’s an Old Dear, anyhow. You might even tire of me
by then, you know. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she
was saying. He saw
three people: a young man at the piano, an elderly man smoking in a corner, and
a young woman reclining in a chair, her eyes closed. I had a hard fight to
begin with to win my way into the Upper Division—I was third on a list of fortyseven—and since then I have found myself promoted almost yearly in a
widening sphere of social service. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. ’
‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled
features.
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