White. "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed
horror. “I wondered. “Ask me nothing. Are you going to have any apple-tart,
Stanley? The apple-tart’s been very good lately—very good!”
Part 7
At the end of dinner that evening Ann Veronica began: “Father!”
Her father looked at her over his glasses and spoke with grave deliberation;
“If there is anything you want to say to me,” he said, “you must say it in the
study. Women! He is
always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native,
often a white woman out of the stews. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest
dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. . Besides, by the time
they were off his hands, old McClintock would be dropping in to have his liver
renovated.
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