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’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. “Mom, this is the girl I asked to Prom, Lucy. I called myself Anna. ” “You are marvellously like your brother,” Anna said, beaming upon him. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. Maternal relations. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly.
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