To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. In Europe or in America people would have smiled; but in Singapore—the half-way port of the world—where a human kaleidoscope tumbles continuously east and west, no one had remarked her. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. "Not as I loved mine. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. I must not let you go again. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air.
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