The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. ” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. ” “She doesn’t develop a specialty.
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