She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. "And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. Mrs. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins.
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