He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within. ‘You can’t prove nothing. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. But I don’t suppose you can understand. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light. "Never heard of a sing-song girl; never heard of a geisha! Flower of the Lotus: the sing-song girl called her that. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate.
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