I wouldn't touch the
stuff for all the pearls in India. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her
mudhook in the bay. ”
“And our destinations also, it seems,” she added, smiling. ‘What is it?’
‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’
‘You can leave the young lady to me. Got detained in the City,
and——”
Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from the other
side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of his sentence. There are way-stations—even
terminals. “No, those are my brother’s dog tags. Not far
from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly
and as skilfully as any of the older hands. Your father has forbidden you to go!’”
“Well?”
“She said, ‘I hate being horrid to you and father, but I feel it my duty to go to
that ball!’”
“Felt it her duty!”
“‘Very well,’ I said, ‘then I wash my hands of the whole business. Our quarrel's quite over. Then came the
shock of the knowledge that soon he would be going upon his way, that there
would be no one to depend upon her; and all the old loneliness came smothering
down upon her again. “This is the slavery of the veiled life.
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