“Hainault, Celeste’s friend. Wood was once a favourite of yours. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. For many of them it will smirch us forever. I make no apology for not being with you now. I fight. . " "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece.
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