“Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get reported. “Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. . ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. U. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. Gianfrancesco never suspected that I had my own reasons for wanting you for my wife.
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