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I suppose because it IS the chief thing in life. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. “For I know that you love Ennison. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire.
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