Very quietly, he added, “Oh Lucia, I’m sorry. She wondered wildly why she had stood up. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. “They are coming past our table. Mrs. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. She lifted the sheet and gestured for him to join her. Miss Charvill. "Look at it!" he felt like screaming. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described.
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