Even Ah Cum had resumed his Oriental shell of reserve. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. The man was mad to marry me. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word.
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