Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry
that was half-scream and half-howl. “Have you not heard?” she said. Tears
began to stream from her cheeks. She said there was no other way to get them to stop
their constant screaming. It appeared highly probable to her that he
would stop her allowance. In the morning and at night he is
dressed as he would dress in the big hotels. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where
still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the
Wastrel's passage. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. You don’t have to live forever to
understand that. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the
door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his
appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. She's headed for America. ’
Captain Roding grinned.
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