’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. “I wonder,” said Ramage, “that more girls don’t think as you do and want to strike out in the world. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. . It’s the only clean way for us. He knew very well that his muscles were flabby, and his nerve by no means what it should be. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. He lunched in the Legal Club in Chancery Lane, and met Ogilvy. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff.
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