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Of course, at home there would have been questions. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one else. You’ve got to take what you can get. He broke his arms in two places and several bones in his right hand. 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. She’s taken my sword.
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