He was tender with her as he had not been in years. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. She handled it half fearfully, and set it carefully down again. Like the flaws of an old marble. Around him were all the evidences of plenty. She had only to get through this, to solace Manning as much as she could, to put such clumsy plasterings on his wounds as were possible, and then, anyhow, she would be free—free to put her fate to the test. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly.
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