Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. Take me to the Stone Room. They must be for your father. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We ain’t let no one escape.
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