’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. Since she was only seventeen when she had them, she didn’t deal with it very well. 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. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold.
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