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"Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. It isn’t. I will take her back. I will never
wed you. "What is she saying to me?"
Ah Cum shrugged. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. Her voice seemed to come
from a long way off. When my father died, and we were left
alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for
singing professionally or try painting. There are no funerals among the poor, only
burials. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance
for you. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing
and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly
together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life,
of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine;
of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are
splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite
within my means.
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