Chapter Seven
‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered
away to the horizon. ” He said. London, Paris, Rome! There were no hotel labels on the
patient's trunk, but there were ship labels; and by these she was able to
reconstruct the journey: from New York to Naples, thence to Alexandria; from
Port Saïd to Colombo; from Colombo to Bombay; from Calcutta to Rangoon,
thence down to Singapore; from Singapore to Hong-Kong. . "That's for Mrs. This is my friend, Mr. "
"Thought so. But "fine" is
the word.
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