She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. —'I see how it'll be,' observed Alsatia, 'everybody'll pay his debts, and only think of such a state of things as that.
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