How clever she was, to fool everybody so easily! Not yet had any one suspected the truth: that she was, in a certain worldly sense, only four weeks old, that her every act had been written down on paper beforehand, and that her success lay in rigidly observing the rules which she herself had drafted to govern her conduct. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. Sebastian's arms were about her, his fists pumping her stomach as she coughed forth saltwater from her belly and lungs. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket.
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