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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. Here was a thundering blow. " "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets. There it is. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. But she did not speak.
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