“A move of any sort would certainly be fatal. They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. In the struggle the pistol went off, but without damage to either party. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. " The patient was asleep. . Good night. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced. ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her.
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