Leave Martin Chen and his family alone. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. In Singapore that had been her only dissipation: a dozen pairs of silk stockings. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. When she came to herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care of a female attendant. "I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know.
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