“I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. I'll bet you've been in Hong-Kong these two weeks already, and never a line to me. When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. This Joan would hold them for a little. Shari regaled Lucy with soap operatic tales of boy-girl intrigues at the high school, then spoke of her aspirations for the future.
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