It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. His aunt, here at McClintock's? It was unbelievable. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. ‘You would have a history of my life? Very well. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. That’s why we are here.
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