" "They know. “Have to take your turn,” he remarked laconically. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you to command me. She kept her face downcast. "And now, to your own concerns.
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