It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. It wouldn’t be you. Winifred screamed. Manning would on no account do, though he was tall and dark and handsome and kind, and thirty-five and adequately prosperous, and all that a husband should be. She felt his erection against her naked thigh. The note-passer lagged behind with her.
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