’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. “I may as well come up by this train. Practically. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment.
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