There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. ” She lifted her eyebrows. He removed his cocked hat and came towards her. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. ’ The captain grasped her more firmly. Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in contrast with his mere expectation. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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