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Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. That is what I must do. She could tell that he was leering at her. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. “What you have said is a ridiculous falsehood,” she declared scornfully. The latter began to heave himself up from the sand.
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