When he was given the telegram he flew to the Praya, engaged the fast motorboat he had previously bespoken against the need, and started for the Macao Passage, with the vague hope of speaking The Tigress. She crooked her finger. The streets were full of colour. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. She delighted in frustrating him. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction.
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