A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. ’ ‘Ah, but I’m thinking as how this here house ain’t the best spot for an operation of that kind, missie,’ explained the sergeant, and Melusine noted that his men exchanged anguished glances. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. He offered me at once an engagement. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard.
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