A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. Only Gwen left a letter on the pincushion. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. Shari smiled and Mike whispered to her. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable.
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