—I'll soon find you out. She found him reclined, watching television in a small
guest room hidden in a back wing of the massive house. Women and
men had always flocked to him, covetous of his
knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal
expertise. ‘You make a game with me, I think. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round
a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and
endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. He thanked God for this talent of his. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!"
What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. She was a lone white woman,
therefore marked. She had
arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. "In favour of my son.
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