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“You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. ” “Did you ever formally change your name to Albert, Lucy?” “No, I did not. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. So, instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. Like stealing. Ray did not pace, he just stood. He glanced up at the coachman. Jolly hard life for a girl, getting a living. She glanced at him.
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