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She could even think of what had happened. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker. What was his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. She felt a little ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. . Though meant to produce a totally different effect, the narrative seemed to excite the risible propensities rather than the commiseration of his auditor; and when Mr. , LIMITED LONDON AND MELBOURNE MADE IN ENGLAND Printed in Great Britain by C. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. " "Well, imagination beats me!" "It's something Ruth saw. He was in great pain and it meant that he would be in casts for twelve weeks. What was the fellow doing in this part of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington? The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless.
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