The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. ‘Laisse-moi. I somehow understood. He can cure all diseases of the flesh as I taught him. It was that somebody had cheated you. ‘As Madame Valade, you will be an émigré, not a nun. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse.
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