If you had any idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to find the mote of charity left there. 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. The next moment he was by her side. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. He could scarcely blame her. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. Late in July he finished the fourth story. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall.
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