" "That isn't the point, Hoddy. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one else. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot.
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