Surely he was imagining this picture. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. Her sister had told him that it was true. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. "Beg pardon," he said, "but isn't smoking allowed in the dining room?" "It probably is," answered Prudence, "but that in no wise mitigates the odiousness of the procedure. "I'll tackle it to-night!" "But it's after ten!" "What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!…. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’ He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. Ah Cum explained. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket.
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