’ He threw a fulminating glance at Gerald. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of
abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes
with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?"—serenely. He then stamped upon the hand on
the lower bannister, until that also relaxed its gripe. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. Maggot. Yesterday this glorious
creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. He turned back at once. The windows were small, and strongly
grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious
burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church.
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