Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. The policy of this step was immediately apparent. You were delicious in concert, by the way. Please yourself. “I’ve broken off my engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in her neck. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. ” “No,” she moaned, “not that.
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