" "You are mocking me, Rowland. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. ‘Oh, mon dieu.
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