You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. I’m starving. I never could. In Singapore that had been her only dissipation: a dozen pairs of silk stockings. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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