"Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. I want you to be my wife. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy.
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