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sed　me。　。。。〃　But　he　did　not　move。　He　was　feeling　his　way；　probing。　Everything's　changed　now；　he　thought。　Sure　I　wanted　to　…　what　did　she　call　it？　To　pillow。　Sure。　Still　do；　more　than　before。　But　now　we're　changed。　Now　we're　in　a　different　game。　I　don't　know　if　I　want　in。　The　rules've　changed。　Before　it　was　simple。　Now　maybe　it's　more　simple。　〃You're　pretty。　Did　I　mention　you　were　pretty？〃　he　said；　avoiding　the　issue　that　she　wanted　out　in　the　open。
　〃I　was　going　to　talk　about　that　kiss。　You　see；　Linc；　the　truth　is　I　just　wasn't　prepared　for　the　way；　to　be　honest；　the　way　I；　I　was　swamped；　I　guess　that's　the　word。〃
　He　let　the　word　linger。　〃Is　that　good　or　bad？〃
　〃Both。〃　Her　eyes　crinkled　with　her　smile。　〃Yes；　swamped　with　my　own　desire。　You're　something　else；　Mr。　Bartlett；　and　that's　also　very　bad；　or　very　good。　I；　I　enjoyed　your　kiss。〃
　〃So　did　I。〃　Again　he　grinned　at　her。　〃You　can　call　me　Linc。〃　After　a　pause　she　said；　〃I've　never　felt　so　wanting　and　swamped；　and　because　of　that　very　frightened。〃
　〃No　need　to　be　frightened；〃　he　said。　But　he　was　wondering　what　to　do。　His　instincts　said　leave。　His　instincts　said　stay。　Wisdom　told　him　to　say　nothing　and　wait。　He　could　hear　his　heart　beating　and　the　rain　hammering　the　windows。　Better　to　go；　he　thought。　〃Orlanda；　guess　it's　ab…　〃
　〃Do　you　have　time　to　talk？　Just　a　little？〃　she　asked；　sensing　his　indecision。
　〃Sure。　Sure；　of　course。〃
　Her　fingers　brushed　her　hair　from　her　face。　〃I　wanted　to　tell　you　about　me。　Quillan　was　my　father's　boss　in　Shanghai　and　I　seem　to　have　known　him　all　my　life。　He　helped　pay　for　my　education；　particularly　in　the　States　and　he　was　always　very　kind　to　me　and　my　family　…　I've　four　sisters　and　a　brother　and　I'm　the　oldest　and　they're　all　in　Portugal　now。　When　I　came　back　to　Shanghai　from　San　Francisco　after　I'd　graduated；　I　was　seventeen；　almost　eighteen　and　。。。　Well　he's　an　attractive　man；　to　me　he　is；　though　very　cruel　sometimes。　Very。〃
　〃How？〃
　〃He　believes　in　personal　vengeance；　that　vengeance　is　a　man's　right；　if　he's　a　man。　Quillan's　very　much　a　man。　He　was　always　good　to　me；　still　is。〃　She　studied　him。　〃Quillan　still　gives　me　an　allowance；　still　pays　for　this　apartment。〃
　〃You　don't　have　to　tell　me　anything。〃
　〃I　know。　But　I'd　like　to　…　if　you　want　to　listen。　Then　you　can　decide。〃
　He　studied　her。　〃All　right。〃
　〃You　see；　part　of　it's　because　I'm　Eurasian。　Most　Europeans　despise　us；　openly　or　secretly；　particularly　the　British　here　…　Linc；　just　hear　me　out。　Most　Europeans　despise　Eurasians。　All　Chinese　do。　So　we're　always　on　the　defensive；　almost　always　suspect；　almost　always　presumed　to　be　illegitimate；　and　certainly　an　easy　lay。　God　how　I　loathe　that　Americanism！　How　rotten　and　vulgar　and　cheap　it　really　is。　And　revealing　about　the　American　male　…　though；　strangely；　it　was　in　the　States　that　I　gained　my　self…respect　and　got　over　my　Eurasian　guilt。　Quillan　taught　me　lots　and　formed　me　in　lots　of　ways。　I'm　beholden　to　him。　But　I　don't　love　him。　That's　what　I　wanted　to　say。　Would　you　like　more　coffee？〃
　〃Sure；　thanks。〃
　〃I'll　make　some　fresh。〃　She　got　up；　her　walk　unconsciously　sensuous　and　again　he　cursed　his　luck。
　〃Why'd　you　bust　up　with　him？〃
　Gravely　she　told　him　about　Macao。　〃I　allowed　myself　to　be　persuaded　into　the　fellow's　bed　and　I　slept　there　though　nothing　happened；　nothing　…　the　poor　man　was　drunk　and　useless。　The　next　day　I　pretended　that　he'd　been　fine。〃　Her　voice　was　outwardly　calm　and　matter…of…fact　but　he　could　feel　the　anguish。　〃Nothing　happened　but　someone　told　Quillan。　Rightly；　he　was　furious。　I　have　no　defense。　It　was　。。。　Quillan　had　been　away。　I　know　that's　no　excuse　but　I'd　learned　to　enjoy　pillowing　and　。。。〃　A　shadow　went　over　her。　She　shrugged。　〃Joss。　Karma。〃　In　the　same　small　voice　she　told　him　about　Quillan's　revenge。　〃That's　his　way；　Linc。　But　he　was　right　to　be　furious　with　me；　I　was　wrong。〃　The　steam　hissed　and　the　coffee　began　to　drip。　Her　hands　were　finding　clean　cups　and　fresh　home…baked　cookies　and　new　starched　linen　as　she　talked　but　their　minds　were　concentrating　on　the　man…woman　triangle。
　〃I　still　see　him　once　in　a　while。　Just　to　talk。　We're　just　friends　now　and　he's　good　to　me　and　I　do　what　I　want；　see　who　I　want。〃　She　turned　the　steam　off　and　looked　up　at　him。　〃We　。。。　we　had　a　child　four　years　ago。　I　wanted　it；　he　didn't。　He　said　I　could　have　the　child　but　I　should　have　it　in　England。　She's　in　Portugal　now　with　my　parents　…　my　father's　retired　and　she　lives　with　them。〃　A　tear　rolled　down　her　cheek。
　〃Was　that　his　idea；　to　keep　the　child　there？〃
　〃Yes。　But　he　is　right。　Once　a　year　I　go　there。　My　parents　。。。　my　mother　wanted　the　child；　begged　to　have　it。　Quillan's　generous　to　them　too。〃　The　tears　were　rolling　down　her　face　now　but　there　was　no　sound　to　her　crying。　〃So　now　you　know　it　all；　Linc。　I've　never　told　anyone　but　you　and　now　you　know　I'm；　I　wasn't　a　faithful　mistress　and　I'm；　I'm　not　a　good　mother　and　and　。。。〃
　He　went　to　her　and　held　her　very　close　and　he　felt　her　melt　against　him；　trying　to　hold　back　the　sobs；　holding　on；　taking　his　warmth　and　his　strength。　He　gentled　her；　holding　her；　the　length　of　her　against　him；　warm；　tender；　everything　fitting。
　When　she　was　whole　again　she　reached　up　on　tiptoe　and　kissed　him　lightly　but　with　great　tenderness　and　looked　at　him。
　He　returned　the　kiss　equally。
　They　looked　at　each　other　searchingly；　then　kissed　again。　Their　passion　grew　and　it　seemed　forever　but　it　was　not　and　both　heard　the　key　in　the　lock　at　the　same　time。　They　broke　away；　trying　to　catch　their　breath；　listening　to　their　hearts　and　hearing　the　coarse　voice　of　the　amah　from　the　hall。　〃Weyyyyy？〃
　Weakly　Orlanda　brushed　her　hair　straighter；　half…shrugged　to　him　in　apology。　〃I'm　in　the　kitchen；〃　she　called　out　in　Shanghainese。　〃Please　go　to　your　room　until　I　call　you。〃
　〃Oh？　Oh　the　foreign　devil's　still　here　is　he？　What　about　my　shopping？　I　did　some　shopping！〃
　〃Leave　it　by　the　door！〃
　〃Oh；　oh　very　well；　Young　Mistress；〃　the　amah　called　back　and　went　off　grumbling。　The　door　banged　loudly　behind　her。
　〃They　always　slam　doors？〃　Linc　asked；　his　heart　still　thumping。
　〃Yes；　yes　it　seems　so。〃　Her　hand　went　back　to　his　shoulder；　the　nails　caressing　his　neck。　〃Sorry。〃
　〃Nothing　to　be　sorry　about。　How　about　dinner？〃
　She　hesitated。　〃If　you　bring　Casey。〃
　〃No。　Just　you。〃
　〃Linc；　I　think　it's　best　no；〃　she　told　him。　〃We're　not　in　danger　now。　Let's　just　say　good…bye　now。〃
　〃Dinner。　Eight。　I'll　call　for　you。　You　pick　the　restaurant。　Shanghai　food。〃
　She　shook　her　head。　〃No。　It's　too　heady　already。　Sorry。〃
　〃I'll　call　for　you　at　eight。〃　Bartlett　kissed　her　lightly；　then　went　to　the　door。　She　took　down　his　raincoat　and　held　it　out　for　him。　〃Thanks；〃　he　said　gently。　〃No　danger；　Orlanda。　Everything's　going　to　e　up　roses。　See　you　at　eight。　Okay？〃
　〃It's　best　not。〃
　〃Maybe。〃　He　smiled　down　at　her　strangely。　〃That'd　be　joss　…　karma。　We　must　remember　the　gods；　huh？〃　She　did　not　answer。　〃I'll　be　here　at　eight。〃
　She　closed　the　door　behind　him；　went　slowly　to　the　chair　and　sat；　deep　in　thought；　wondering　if　she　had　scared　him　off；　petrified　that　she　had。　Wondering　if　he　really　would　be　back　at　eight　and　if　he　did；　how　to　keep　him　off；　how　to　puppet　him　until　he　was　mad　with　desire；　mad　enough　to　marry　her。
　Her　stomach　twisted　uneasily。　I　have　to　be　fast；　she　thought。　Casey　holds　him　in　thrall；　she's　wrapped　her　coils　around　him　and　my　only　way　is　good　cooking　and　home　and　loving；　loving　loving　loving　and　everything　that　Casey　is　not。　But　no　pillow。　That's　the　way　Casey's　trapped　him。　I　have　to　do　the　same。
　Then　he'll　be　mine。
　Orlanda　felt　weak。　Everything　had　gone　perfectly；　she　decided。　Then　again　she　remembered　what　Gornt　had　said。　〃It's　the　law　of　the　ages　that　every　man　has　to　be　trapped　into　marriage；　trapped　by　his　own　lust　or　possessiveness　or　avarice　or　money　or　fear　or　laziness　or　whatever　but　trapped。　And　no　man　ever　willingly　marries　his　mistress。〃
　Yes。　Quillan's　right　again；　she　thought。　But　he's　wrong　about　me。　I'm　not　going　to　settle　for　half　the　prize。　I'm　going　to　try　for　all　of　it。　I'm　going　to　have　not　only　the　Jag　and　this　apartment　and　all　it　contains　but　a　house　in　California　and；　most　of　all；　American　wealth；　away　from　Asia；　where　I'll　no　longer　be　Eurasian　but　a　woman　like　any　other；　beautiful；　carefree　and　loving。
　Oh　I'll　make　him　the　best　wife　a　man　could　ever　have。　I'll　minister　to　his　every　need；　whatever　he　wants　I'll　do　for　him。　I　felt　his　strength　and　I'll　be　good　for　him；　wonderful　for　him。
　〃He's　gone？〃　Ah　Fat　wandered　noiselessly　into　the　room；　automatically　tidying　as　she　talked　the　Shanghai　dialect。　〃Good；　very　good。　Shall　I　make　some　tea？　You　must　be　tired。　Some　tea；　heya？〃
　〃No。　Yes；　yes　make　some；　Ah　Fat。〃
　〃Make　some　tea！　Work　work　work！〃　The　old　woman　shuffled　to　the　kitchen。　She　wore　black　baggy　pants　and　white　smock　and　her　hair　was　in　a　single　long　braid　that　hung　down　her　back。　She　had　looked　after　Orlanda　ever　since　she　was　born。　〃I　took　a　good　look　at　him　downstairs；　when　you　and　he　arrived。　For　an　uncivilized　person　he's　quite　presentable；〃　she　said　speculatively。
　〃Oh？　I　didn't　see　you。　Where　were　you？〃
　〃Down　by　the　stairs；〃　Ah　Fat　cackled。　〃Eeeee；　I　took　good　care　to　hide　but　I　wanted　to　look　at　him。　Huh！　You　send　your　poor　old　slave　out　into　the　wet　with　my　poor　old　bones　when　what　does　it　matter　if　I'm　here　or　not？　Who's　going　to　get　you　sweetmeats　and　tea　or　drinks　in　bed　when　you've　finished　your　labors；　heya？〃
　〃Oh　shut　up！　Shut　up！〃
　〃Don't　shut　up　your　poor　old　Mother！　She　knows　how　to　look　after　you！　Ah　yes；　Little　Empress；　but　it　was　quite　clear　on　both　of　you　the　yang　and　the　yin　were　ready　to　join　battle。　You　two　looked　as　happy　as　cats　in　a　barrel　of　fish！　But　there　was　no　need　for　me　to　leave！〃
　〃Foreign　devils　are　different；　Ah　Fat。　I　wanted　him　here　alone。　Foreign　devils　are　shy。　Now　make　the　tea　and　keep　quiet　or　I'll　send　you　out　again！〃
　〃Is　he　going　to　be　the　new　Master？〃　Ah　Fat　called　out　hopefully。　〃It's　about　time　you　had　a　Master；　not　good　for　a　person　not　to　have　a　Steaming　Stalk　at　the　Jade　Gate。　Your　Gate'll　shrivel　up　and　bee　as　dry　as　dust　from　the　little　use　it　gets！　Oh；　I　forgot　to　tell　you　two　pieces　of　news。　The　Werewolves　are　supposed　to　be　Mac