"Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. Don’t imagine that. ” She said dryly. ” “Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders.
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