Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations. ” “Of course,” he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat, “I could go away even now. I’ve never met any one like you. ’ ‘Do not say so. ” Suppose in some complex yet conceivable way women were endowed, were no longer economically and socially dependent on men. 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. At the same time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do with you, is it?” “Why not?” he answered.
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