She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. 2. The ruffian's companions took his part. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. " "Monster!" cried Winifred. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay.
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