‘It is to say goodbye, you understand. It's certain. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until
the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the
rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. You are not playing to-night, are you?”
“Not to-night,” she answered. I am out of your life forever, never having been in it. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the
promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an
intrusion.
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