’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. " "It matters not. ‘I am expecting a huge rat to emerge any second. ” “I’ve told you,” he said. She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise.
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