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CHAPTER XI. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. He's the only native I trust in these parts. ‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer.
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