She was young and
bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long,
straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her
shoulders. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go
and fetch the troops. Happened to be at the Chariot, you know, with Trodger, and it’s review
day. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. What can she be? The wife of a country
tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. It
had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an
unendurable, scornful grin. It took the
relatives of the Vorsack family a few more days to file
their own. To reach the
Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal,
always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow
men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. It was in
fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. "Sir Cecil is no more.
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