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“Go to London,” said Ann Veronica. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. I'll go alone. ” Ann Veronica picked a cornflower. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss.
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