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1. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. 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. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. . The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. But, no.
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