"Mr. \" \"I'm sorry I didn't call. Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. Perhaps marriage hurt. Here we are. But this I cannot do. It seemed an emblem of the ruin he had caused. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way.
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