” “There’s green-fly,” admitted Ann Veronica. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. ” Somewhat irrelevantly he glanced at the next few boxes where the rest of Mrs. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. ‘More nor that.
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