It throbs cruelly. I said I’d make shirts. In Europe or in America people would have smiled; but in Singapore—the half-way port of the world—where a human kaleidoscope tumbles continuously east and west, no one had remarked her. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. Which is why I wasn’t able to see him until today. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay.
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