‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. Her two new friends did their best to entertain her. Maggot, whose nerves were more firmly strung, she contented herself with waving her hand affectionately to her lover, and encouraging him by her gestures. On the way home he was still thoughtful. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. ’ Gerald gazed at her without expression. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. “I am afraid,” he said gravely, “that your sister has been a little indiscreet.
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