F. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. He had quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. ’ Roding gave him a look of respect. “I have scarcely left his side. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. I would not have him know—now—for the world. ’ ‘Your plan, then. ‘Damnation! Too late. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. In the present case it did not matter, as there was no one else within earshot.
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