"Never heard of a sing-song girl; never heard of a geisha! Flower of the Lotus: the sing-song girl called her that. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. . ” “Do you?” “We were great friends at school. There was nothing to be learned from her face. ‘How much does he know?’ Without waiting for a reply, she turned narrowed eyes on Gerald.
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