The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. An entire forest’s array of meats was served in courses brought out to the table. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. ” She said, and ducked back into her room. " "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. Take me to the Stone Room.
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