The picture might easily apply to The Tigress: outwardly disreputable, but richly and comfortably appointed below. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. " So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. Or at least he did the day before yesterday. She's not for pleasure, but for work. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly dumfounded. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness.
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