“Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’ in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no harm in. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. ” “I think,” Lady Lescelles said, putting down her teacup, “that I must send Nigel to plead his own cause. He made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last conversation in that study. " Silence. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. She sensed that he was looking for her. Of course, he had no idea who I was. In Singapore that had been her only dissipation: a dozen pairs of silk stockings.
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