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Updated: June 26, 2025
She was not wholly undraped, but most of her attire was on the bank beside her, and the rest was of a transparent gauzy nature suited to the heat suggested in the sunlit picture. The moment Suzee's eyes fell upon it she gave a shriek of dismay and covered her face with her hands.
At the sound of my voice there was a delighted cry, and the next moment a little form in scarlet drapery threw itself at my feet. "Treevor, Treevor," came in Suzee's voice; and I bent over the little scarlet bundle, lifted her up, and pressed my lips on her hair.
What was the use of continuing to feel in this wretched, angry, burning, hungry way? I broke the seal and read Suzee's second appeal to me, more passionate, more urgent than the last. She begged me to go to her without delay, or it would be too late; a fervour of longing breathed in every line. An ironic smile came over my face as I read.
I went to dine with a bachelor friend this evening, as I told you, and what made me later than I otherwise should have been was that I stopped to buy a present for you on my way back." Suzee's tears dried instantly. "A present! Oh, what is it, Treevor?" she said eagerly. "Do show it me. Where is it?" I drew the case out of my pocket and opened it.
Her body was struggling, writhing. I felt it as my hands shot out and gripped fiercely, in the thick darkness, round two hard hairy arms, tense, rigid, as they held her down. Suzee's voice broke out suddenly as my grip possibly loosened the pressure of those other hands upon her throat, and she was speaking in Chinese.
I got up and left the club, went back to my rooms, and there got out my letters to read. After all, I thought, as I took up Suzee's letter, why not go out to 'Frisco? It would make a change, something to do, something to drive away this perpetual desire of another's presence. A second night like last stared me in the face.
I was silent, wondering what it could possibly be that she would not tell me. Although she said she had formed the idea before Suzee's letter came, I kept returning to that in my thoughts as the main reason that must be influencing her. I waited, hoping if I did not press her she would perhaps begin to confide in me of her own accord.
"It's always fine weather," she said, rather sulkily; "and there's nothing to see on that old shore." "Nothing to see!" I exclaimed in sheer amazement. Then I stopped short, remembering her indifference to all I valued, and added: "There are most beautiful shells of every shape and colour, wouldn't you like to get some of those?" Suzee's face brightened immediately.
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