"And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. She liked to cook even though normal food was not nourishing to her. Once, when he thought he had done so, he smiled an ingratiating smile. Perhaps he had had money in the coat, back in Hong-Kong, and had been robbed without knowing it. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being.
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