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Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. " Gently she thrust Ruth aside. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. I had no idea even that she was a friend of yours. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise. Down in my part of the world it's all a man has to go by. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. It’s an emerald. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not.
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