She felt the need to get dressed, sensing that his
parents would be home soon. “She’s been up to no good, Sheila. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple,
which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling
like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat
at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. The Malays have one, too, but it's a rank imitation, tom-toms and all. The flush
deck was without wells. It was locked. Then Manning
flopped back in his chair and dropped his chin like a man shot. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of
love. "Is there anything wrong with it?"
"Wrong? Why, you have been imposed upon somewhere. ’
Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest. She drew it out
with shaking fingers. Another horseman followed quickly at the
heels of the first; but just as he passed the spot where Jack stood, his steed
missed its footing, and fell. She realized more and more the
quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in
certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of
such a self-abandonment. It was no use. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case.
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