" He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. ‘Alors, I see it. Very soon she would be able to forget it. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. You understand. ” She felt humiliated. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. After several vain attempts to burst it open, he resolved, as a last alternative, to break through the wall in the part nearest to the lock. . ” Ann Veronica reflected. 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.
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