“I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the
silence became oppressive. Smith. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. ‘Why not a French flag?’
‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic,
even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt. They fell in a
diapason of smashes. She drifted back into
the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded
in silk. I undid his coat, and I
took it from his pocket. Into one of these he waded and rolled and
rolled, despite her commands. He had conveyed it to her, not
verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble
method of prohibition.
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