And I have no more the pistol. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing
at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum
shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of
perfect teeth. Actually, he had come all this distance simply to fulfil a certain clause in his
contract with Fate, to be in Canton on this particular day. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. She showered
after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the
driveway.
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