"Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. “Ciao, Fragolina. ‘Well,’ began Captain Roding, looking at Melusine, ‘you know those nuns of yours took up Valade—I mean, Gosse—and put him to bed to mend his wound, and I posted a guard outside his room so he couldn’t escape, for Gerald told you all that. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men. But he looked back into the hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him.
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