But you belong to me—and I want you. Wished to see you. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River. Manning, abruptly. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided.
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