She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. " "With a face as square and flat as a bottle of gin. He drew an awed breath. But to make an arrest to be like a revenge? No, a thousand times. " "Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly. For a while he threatened her. She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. Spurlock grew cold. Les Misérables, A Tale of Two Cities, Henry Esmond, The Last Days of Pompeii, The Marble Faun … Love stories! Until her arrival in Singapore, she had never read a novel.
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