It was a brief solitude, however. Thames did not try to cheer her. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. Go to her and tell her. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. I was one of the few.
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