“That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. I too, Anna, have watched and read of your success with—I must confess it—some misgiving. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,— and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. And, anyhow, it doesn’t matter to us.
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