Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of
the house. Listen to me, Winifred. To reach the
Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal,
always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow
men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. “Vee,” she said, “come home. Retreating as quickly as he could,
Jack opened the first door he came to, entered a room, and searching in the dark
for some place of concealment, fortunately discovered a skreen, behind which he
crept. Her spirit awoke in
dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had
come to them. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. Anna was more difficult. I
——”
He stopped short.
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