"Tut, tut! Don't exaggerate. She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. "Not a moment is to be lost," cried Jack: "follow me. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. Tears began to stream from her cheeks. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders.
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