Part 8
And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to
run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her
skin. This was the reason he had raised his little
independent Company of Light Infantry and joined the West Kent Militia. You are too credulous. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a
commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one
voice in protest, the other dominant. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An
Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote—
would be very happy to have. That, I think, is manifest.
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