She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. Suddenly Ah Cum laughed aloud. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. "Where did I hear that before?" "Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. " "I promise to ask no more. It is not the woman who speaks there. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend.
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