‘Cousin? But I am a fool. He’ll survive. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. How is she?” “My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. He drew a little breath and stepped back. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. Amongst them was a revolver.
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