" CHAPTER XIX. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. The water was cold but she waded deeper. He kissed her cheek. “I have had a trying evening and I need rest. They are the only happy women in the Orient. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily.
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