"But, let that pass. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. Fifty sent home. “I wondered. She looked at it with a little shudder, but she made no motion to take it. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. His tone was kind and sympathetic. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress.
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