She recalled him. Heard voices. “Please go and see that—nothing happens,” she pleaded. She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper. 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. He
had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the
youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded
and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly
and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven
and eight-and-twenty. Hoddy.
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