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Small blame to her. Eight per cent. ” He turned to the waiter, who held a wine-card. “John, we should be getting out of here. She calmed herself, breathing deeply. “That’s all. "You've given him a broken head, I perceive. ‘Very useful, of course. His grip twisted her wrist. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. Mere formality. In the sixth center row sat an unexpected guest, his Classical Greek features stark in the yellow half light. These were the Master's body-guard.
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