No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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