The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. " "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. There'll be busy days and idle. She would not let her move.
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