Spurlock stepped into the room. For when this Joan said it, I had a memory. I said as how I’d tell Mr Jarvis as he wanted to take you away. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge.
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