The storm burst upon them in its fury. I cannot think he will welcome a French émigré for his granddaughter. They are the only happy women in the Orient. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. ‘Will you stop hedging? I’m hanged if I go on with this ridiculous cat and mouse game. I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow.
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