" There was a pause. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. She decided to leave after Prom. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. “There’s the whole situation. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. Such revelations she hoped would be considered out of place and inappropriate. He'll be able to help us a little now.
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