She had never been able to discover where her father had
hidden his shaving mirror. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge
too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. “She doesn’t know. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. You do not need me to remind you of your success at Paris. 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. “You should probably wash all of that stuff off of
yourself. Taking a
firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at
the same instant, swung his booted foot. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said.
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