Sheppard. 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. "On Friday," he replied. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. They had cried a little, both. He trembled violently. Even her debt to him was a triviality now.
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