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 oily brown smile. The Captain turned on him viciously:

"And here's another squeeze! What do you want, eh? Money, money—good God, what a world! See you later, Mr. Scarlett. Just now we're in a perfect hurrah's nest.…"

Vague as the testimony was, it sufficed for Scarlett. Duty had linked arms with desire, and his heart was fixed. No rotter, not even the mildest waister, should be allowed to guide the Holborows so freely and flagrantly. The sampan that sculled across the brimming race of the Me-nam carried an indignant champion and his luggage.

From the dwindling steamer, the Captain trumpeted through his hands—"Did me in the eye for Four Hundred Ticals!"

For the next few days Owen went diving hopefully into the dark interiors of wats. Whole afternoons he waited there, an impatient lover