“This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. I know my son's voice too well. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. "Do you mean to say you will interfere—" "I mean to say this," interrupted Wild, with contemptuous calmness, "that I'll neither allow you to leave England nor the profession you've engaged in. Above she found the two Chinamen squatted at the side of the door. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said.
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