She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. 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 smiled and started for the stairs without reply. I sha'n't cry any more. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it.
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