” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. That’s— that’s my private life. Things happen to women—proper women—and all they have to do is to take them well. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. With a curt command to her cavalier to get up on the box and give the direction to the interested coachman, he jumped in beside the girl and shut them both into privacy. She was carefree. . . He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. He carried a small bag. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. “It is very doubtful,” he said. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again.
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