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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. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. She was certain he would hear, sleeping in the nearby castle. The joke of it is that he’s married to her now, and cuts me dead. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out.
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