It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. ‘It is nothing. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess.
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