Anna was married. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws
cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to
bodily cleanliness. She
kissed him with a closed mouth, not as recklessly as she
was tempted to do. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent,
he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best,
making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica
turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big
house at the end of the Avenue.
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