"Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. 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. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Andrew's Church, his pursuers had gained the bridge, and the attention of such passengers as crowded the streets was attracted towards him by their vociferations. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. That—that isn’t living! You are beside yourself. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair.
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