The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every discussion, her contribution to the great question. But you belong to me—and I want you. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. And then you can go home and think things over before we talk again. Anthony, when God Himself had found only one man strong enough for that! McClintock shook his head violently, as if to dismiss this dream he was having. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest.
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