She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. " "Impossible, dear Mrs. ” His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. ’ ‘Of course you weren’t there,’ snapped Hilary. “I can only repeat what I said before,” she declared.
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