She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. Women! He is always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native, often a white woman out of the stews. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. "Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay.
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