Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. The period of repression was over. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. I know in Paris you pinched and scraped that your sister might have the dresses and entertainments she desired. Her heartbeat quickened. " "Not now—not now!" she returned, with a shudder. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. " "I can't! I can't—not now!" "Bat!—can't you see that she's the kind who would understand and forgive? She loves you. Me, you may have. And the hunter home from the hill. “I wish you would come and see my lawyers.
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