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Updated: June 21, 2025
She rose willingly and came over to me, a lovely, shimmering, Oriental vision, dainty and perfect. "I must paint you, Suzee, some day just as you appear now and call you The Beauty of China, or something like that. You seem the joy of the East incarnate." Suzee frowned and then smiled. "I do not like such long words.
We stayed in the square buying to her heart's content till eleven, and then, after supper at a little table beneath the Plaza trees where the band played loudest, for Suzee loved music when it meant noise, we went back to the hotel and to bed. The next day I went by train to the place where we had embarked for our voyage down the Tamesi, fully equipped with my materials for a sketch and alone.
I entered softly, thinking she might be curled up asleep, but as I crossed the threshold I heard the sound of laughter. The next moment I saw there were two figures standing at the end of the long room in front of the window. Suzee had her back to me and a man was standing beside her. Just as I came in I saw her raise her face, and the man put his arm round her and kiss her.
Suzee was enchanted and stared about her with bold, lustrous glances, pleased at the admiring looks of the men on her strange pretty face. She steered me up to the silver-filigree stall and there had all the vender's wares put out for her inspection.
Again she seemed to feel my doubt of her, for she pushed up suddenly her sleeve with some trouble from one velvet-skinned arm and pushed it up before my eyes. There was a deep dull crimson mark upon it the size of a half-crown. "Unbeliever! Look at this bruise." I looked at it, then at her steadily. "Suzee, did your husband make that bruise?" "Yes.
Suzee had sat down on the floor now, and the baby, still roaring, had rolled on to its face on the ground beside her. Still she took not the smallest notice of it; she laid one shapely hand on the small of its back, as if to make sure it was there, and continued her conversation tranquilly with Morley. How she could hear what he said I could not tell.
It was a light musical farce, well acted and sung, and I enjoyed it. Suzee looked on profoundly silent, and seemed to be quite wide-awake all through it. Just before one o'clock she leant to me and whispered: "When does the killing begin?" "Killing?" I returned. "I don't think there'll be any, what do you mean?"
There are some, very few, of whom Viola was one, who delight in the society of the man they love, who drink in pleasure for themselves from his enjoyment; there are others, like Suzee, the majority, who are always at conflict with his wishes in little things, striving after some independent aim or project. And they wonder why, after a time, their companionship grows irksome and they are deserted.
She slipped a little velvet hand into mine, and when we drew near to the hidden Styx, murmured softly: "We will find a dry place, Treevor, on the other side, and sit down among the trees. Then you must take me in your arms and I will be your own Suzee. I do not want my old husband any more." I stopped and looked down upon her. Not even the sad light could dim the soft brilliance of her face.
Amongst these frightful edifices my heart sank still more, but I steeled myself to the ordeal, and, choosing out the simplest grey one I could find, directed the giggling young shop-assistant to try it on Suzee. The immense coiffure of shining black hair of the Chinese girl did not lend itself to any Western hat.
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