‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. 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. That's the job.
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