They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. “Mr. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look.
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