“He dissembles,” he said. " The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her inhalations. Did you ever go by any other names, ma’am?” “Yes. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey.
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