At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. “You poor thing. You shall behold him. The Disguise. Very dark, like yours, ma’am. As the palm bears nuts perennially, there were always coconut-laden proas making the beach. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. He walked with bent head.
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