"Never heard of a sing-song girl; never heard of a geisha! Flower of the Lotus: the sing-song girl called her that. Tell me how are you amusing yourself?” Anna laughed. “There is some mystery about you both,” he exclaimed, with sudden earnestness. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. People think it is, but they are wrong. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. . The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. ’ She seemed to recollect herself suddenly.
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