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Anna comes to London. On the Day he had trumpet-like outbreaks of cordiality, varied by a watchful preoccupation. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons. 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. “I said you were”—he shouted—“NOT TO GO!” She made, and overdid, an immense effort to be a princess. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. .
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