It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with
an Eastern custom. "
And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. ’
‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. “Thank you,” she said coolly. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small
edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided
in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his
own. There was a strip of old rose brocade in
the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. Lucy loved orchestras, the
bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the
way that the sun shone through filthy windows
illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Heard of your last escape. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big
house, he said.
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