”
“Coarse?” said Capes, “We’re not coarse. “This means a plunge. When were
you last confessed, Sir Rowland?" he added abruptly. Then he stepped
briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the
narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on
tiptoe. Gosse took a step or two towards the centre of the room. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and
short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. At last I tried a dramatic agent, and got on the
music hall stage. It was the
same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was
definite, palpable, like a perfume.
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