She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. Not MY affair. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. I've destroyed my only chance. The Victoria was Ah Cum's bread and butter. Our quarrel's quite over. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. "It seems like six long months to me.
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