‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. White assented. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off.
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