The visitors, when they entered, looked thoroughly intimidated and Everett concealed a grim smile. With a strong tendency to satire, but without a particle of malice or ill-nature in its display. The inn was a military haunt. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning. "Come along, Blueskin.
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