Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side. I never saw a man who wasn't. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said.
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