It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. ‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’ asked Roding. “You certainly got him in the bag. ‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go by. She was shaking violently when she entered the side door of the house.
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