“Sure, I guess so. What was the fellow about? Was he being imposed upon? He watched as the man Valade turned back, spreading his hands in the French way. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again.
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