. I should as soon think of trusting a woman. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. 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. Perhaps it was loneliness. She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. . An immediate halt took place. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit.
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