So long as we remember that we 're only men , and do n't take to fancying ourselves gods , really knowing good and evil , I reckon our discussions wo n't do us or anyone much harm . So we 'll have another whack at the origin of evil this evening , master . '' Tamzine forgot to be shy with me at last , and gave me a broad smile of welcome every time I came . But she rarely spoke to me . She spent all her spare time weeding the garden , which she loved as well as Abel did . She was addicted to bright colours and always wore wrappers of very gorgeous print . She worshipped Abel and his word was a law unto her . `` I am very thankful Tamzine is so well , '' said Abel one evening as we watched the sunset . The day had begun sombrely in gray cloud and mist , but it ended in a pomp of scarlet and gold . `` There was a time when she was n't , master -- you 've heard ? But for years now she has been quite able to look after herself . And so , if I fare forth on the last great adventure some of these days Tamzine will not be left helpless . '' `` She is ten years older than you . It is likely she will go before you , '' I said . Abel shook his head and stroked his smart beard . I always suspected that beard of being Abel 's last surviving vanity . It was always so carefully groomed , while I had no evidence that he ever combed his grizzled mop of hair . `` No , Tamzine will outlive me . She 's got the Armstrong heart . I have the Marwood heart -- my mother was a Marwood .
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