’ I said. This will be safer than cutting his throat on shore. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. He was silent. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend.
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