One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. The bridge was open. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. He was not due from the City until about six, and so she went and played Badminton with the Widgett girls until dinner-time. I am not French in the least. “Forgive me,” he said. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. These women could not be bad, else the hotel would not have permitted them to enter! Still, the scene presented a riddle: to give immunity to the black women who went about all but naked and to damn the white for exposing their shoulders! She had eaten but little; all her hunger had been in her eyes—and in her heart.
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