Very well, I give up. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. ” “No, that’s okay. She pushed at the closer of the two soldiers bearing the precious burden. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet.
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