The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. She decided not to ask him outright if he wished to make love to her. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. Saviour's Church.
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