She could not hide her face. “The Widgetts,” she said. 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. . She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. Part 8
And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to
run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her
skin. Then—then we shall be together. The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. I was perfectly satisfied with your appearance. Have you brought me a message from my
sister? I understood, I believe, that she was seeing you last night. Ennison’s
signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone.
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