The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. ’ ‘Oui, mais—safe. ” He stood up and waited for her to move. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour.
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