To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
“But I will! I will!”
CHAPTER THE FIFTH
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON
Part 1
Ann Veronica had an impression that she did not sleep at all that night, and at
any rate she got through an immense amount of feverish feeling and thinking. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. ”
She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to
make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. . Amongst others, Mr. Dump
popped his head into the cage. The light would betray us. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. Afterward she
wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it
tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. This Joan would hold them for a little. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was
younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the
impression of its predecessor. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. It is quite a descent from the clouds, isn’t it?”
“I will accept that,” Anna said, “as accounting for the surprise. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he
expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM3LjE2Ny4yMjQgLSAyNi0wNi0yMDI0IDIxOjQyOjUyIC0gMjY1MzkwNDU0
This video was uploaded to indienet.info on 22-06-2024 01:38:58