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“Goodnight. He's as generous as he's frolicsome. After dinner Ann Veronica went into the drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe and pensive petrography. “You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here, you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer. "Because I knew what you wanted me for!" answered Thames firmly. "I will swear it upon the cross!" "His name, then?" demanded the knight. I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. In Europe or in America people would have smiled; but in Singapore—the half-way port of the world—where a human kaleidoscope tumbles continuously east and west, no one had remarked her. But that is men all over. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. ‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Gerald in a low tone. “What’s that for?” He said. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street to the police-station. Thames Street was wholly impassable. “After all, why should he be surprised?” she remarked.
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