’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. ‘Again?’ Another simple parry.
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