"Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. “Mr. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. Mr. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. Les Misérables, A Tale of Two Cities, Henry Esmond, The Last Days of Pompeii, The Marble Faun … Love stories! Until her arrival in Singapore, she had never read a novel. ‘It is, you understand, that Monsieur Charvill did not—how do you say in English?—having an eye to an eye—’ ‘Didn’t see eye to eye with the Vicomte Valade? That I can well believe. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake.
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