He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. "Recollect you are in my power. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. “I wouldn’t have been without this trip for worlds. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table.
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