It was at the top of the building, and looked clear over a clustering mass of inferior buildings toward Regent’s Park. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. There was scant social life on the Sha-mien aside from masculine foregatherings, little that interested him. I hated him. .
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