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Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief. She entered and approached the bunk. \"Do you mind if I sit with you?\" He asked as he
followed her. "But, I say, that girl is a queer one. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant
inspection, worried her. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. She addresses you as the
Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. She would end this sham
with Manning. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and
disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to
his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this.
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