Crocodile Tears. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. Good riddance. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. No other white people within twenty miles. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone.
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