“If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. “I may not see the Widgetts
for some little time, father,” she said. "
"My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly
to a fine end. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. Deep
verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always
down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. Then her fingers moved. By Wild's command the prisoner was taken to the Condemned Hold, whither he
was followed by the whole posse of officers and by the partners; two of whom
carried large hammers and two the fetters. Each became frightfully aware of
the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek,
of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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