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He could not look at her; he stood helpless, pale, hang-dog. Every word she said was justified, and<br />
how tell her that he could do no other man he had done? How tell her that it would have been an<br />
outrage, a sin, to continue as her lover? He almost cringed from her, and the birthmark stood on his<br />
yellow face like a splash of ink. He said flatly, turning instinctively to money–for money had never<br />
failed with Ma Hla May:<br />
‘I will give you money. You shall have the fifty rupees you asked me for–more later. I have no more<br />
till next month.’<br />
This was true. The hundred rupees he had given her, and what he had spent on clothes, had taken<br />
most of his ready money. To his dismay she burst into a loud wail. Her white mask puckered up and<br />
the tears sprang quickly out and coursed down her cheeks. Before he could stop her she had fallen on<br />
her knees in front of him, and she was bowing, touching the floor with her forehead in the ‘full’ shiko<br />
of utter abasement.<br />
‘Get up, get up!’ he exclaimed. The shameful, abject shiko, neck bent, body doubled up as though<br />
inviting a blow, always horrified him. ‘I can’t bear that. Get up this instant.’<br />
She wailed again, and made an attempt to clasp his ankles. He stepped backwards hurriedly.<br />
‘Get up, now, and stop that dreadful noise. I don’t know what you are crying about.’<br />
She did not get up, but only rose to her knees and wailed at him anew. ‘Why do you offer me<br />
money? Do you think it is only for money that I have come back? Do you think that when you have<br />
driven me from your door like a dog it is only because of money that I care?’<br />
‘Get up,’ he repeated. He had moved several paces away, lest she should seize him. ‘What do you<br />
want if it is not money?’<br />
‘Why do you hate me?’ she wailed. ‘What harm have I done you? I stole your cigarette-case, but<br />
you were not angry at that. You are going to marry this white woman, I know it, everyone knows it.<br />
But what does it matter, why must you turn me away? Why do you hate me?’<br />
‘I don’t hate you. I can’t explain. Get up, please get up.’<br />
She was weeping quite shamelessly now. After all, she was hardly more than a child. She looked at<br />
him through her tears, anxiously, studying him for a sign of mercy. Then, a dreadful thing, she<br />
stretched herself at full length, flat on her face.<br />
‘Get up, get up!’ he cried out in English. ‘I can’t bear that–it’s too abominable!’<br />
She did not get up, but crept, wormlike, right across the floor to his feet. Her body made a broad<br />
ribbon on the dusty floor. She lay prostrate in front of him, face hidden, arms extended, as though<br />
before a god’s altar.<br />
‘Master, master,’ she whimpered, ‘will you not forgive me? This once, only this once! Take Ma Hla<br />
May back. I will be your slave, lower than your slave. Anything sooner than turn me away.’<br />
She had wound her arms round his ankles, actually was kissing his shoes. He stood looking down<br />
at her with his hands in his pockets, helpless. Flo came ambling into the room, walked to where Ma<br />
Hla May lay and sniffed at her longyi. She wagged her tail vaguely, recognising the smell. Flory<br />
could not endure it. He bent down and took Ma Hla May by the shoulders, lifting her to her knees.<br />
‘Stand up, now,’ he said. ‘It hurts me to see you like this. I will do what I can for you. What is the<br />
use of crying?’