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"But you've done well to trust me. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic. ‘I do not know him. And, if Rachel had not carried a candle, the room would have been plunged in total darkness. So many distresses— so many joys coming at the same time are too much for me. One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal. The ring's yours, and you're mine. So the talk went on, and presently they were criticising novelists, and certain daring essays of Wilkins got their due share of attention, and then they were discussing the future of the theatre. ” She said. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Sailors would leave them at the trader's.
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