His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. She was the first to recover herself. When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. A good deal of the food will be in tins. I think that a boarding-house is the very best place for a woman who wants to develop her sense of humour. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. 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. Her steps slowed. Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter One In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept.
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