She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. ‘Perhaps she don’t understand English,’ suggested Roding. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. ’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. . As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience.
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