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And as he walked by her side they began a wrangle that was none the less pleasant to Ann Veronica because it served to banish a disagreeable preoccupation. The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. Indeed, she did not want to think of him as loving her. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. “We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. Supper was over. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells.
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