‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered, crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. That’s got his nerves to rags. Her loneliness was consuming, Lucia. “It can’t make any difference to you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who could tell us apart. No other white people within twenty miles.
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