I saw her come out from the flat buildings two minutes before we entered it last night. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. He tried this sentence with expletives. ’ ‘But two letters,’ put in the woman. “When you married me——” Her little hand flashed out across the table. No, I thank you. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. A remittance man.
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