She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. 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. So she took up Stevenson and began to read aloud. ‘I feared as much. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. ‘Maman?’ ‘How touching,’ said a sarcastic voice behind her in French. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. Section 3.
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