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Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. The chance had gone. ”
Ramage reflected. . "I'll tackle it to-night!"
"But it's after ten!"
"What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the
wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!…. The silence grew
unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\"
\"My surname? You mean my last name?\"
\"Yes. Instead her
point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his
grasp. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind
began permanently to readjust itself. ”
“Yes. And yet, as she rose
slowly to her feet and stood looking at him with outstretched hands, a strange
mixture of expressions shining in her wonderful eyes, he realized in some
measure the strength of her determination, felt the utter impotence of anything
which he could say to her.
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