Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. When he was given the telegram he flew to the Praya, engaged the fast motorboat he had previously bespoken against the need, and started for the Macao Passage, with the vague hope of speaking The Tigress. Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather, and blot Lucy’s face with makeup.
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