‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. . . “You need a reason.
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