. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. "While I live you are safe," rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I can answer for nothing. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. ’ ‘It’s no use you being superior,’ said Roding severely. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know.
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