’
‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to
say. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour
of the tropical night. Still, thereafter she had avoided Morgan's; partly out of fear and partly because
of her father's mandate. Larry would be up soon. ‘Bête. \" She handed the ticket seller, a
boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder
money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son,
five dollars. Lucy followed her. ” He said. To reach the
Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal,
always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow
men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. ”
Part 9
She was sitting brooding over her fire about ten o’clock that night when a
sealed and registered envelope was brought up to her.
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