"Here," repeated her brother. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons you told me about—limewash the underside of life.
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