" "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. Sometimes ships would stop three or four days for water and repairs; and the men would carouse in the back room at Morgan's. She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. She declined and finished with a few of her favorite excerpts from Scheherazade. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. They sat in the front row. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath. Ownership seemed only a reasonable return for the cares and expenses of a daughter’s upbringing.
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