"Maybe he realized that he was slipping fast and thought a fine action might give him a hand-hold on life again. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. ‘Idiot. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. ” The tired woman sat still for a moment. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. You have all the earmarks of a fugitive from justice. She has already forgotten it.
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