‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. As to the picture, I'll keep it myself, though, if you do go I shall need no memorial of you. Her lips parted, but no words came. . . Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. “I think,” she said, “that I would rather not have anything to say about that man.
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