Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. ‘Me, I am Mademoiselle Charvill, the granddaughter of Monsieur Jar-vis Re-men-ham. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. The half-nude brown bodies of the crew informed Ah Cum that the schooner had come up from the South Seas. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. I've destroyed my only chance. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. “Wonderful man!” said Ann Veronica, reassured, and stroking his cheek with her finger.
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