She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. “Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. “I do hope that I shall be able to make it up to you. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. “He is not—I don’t like him.
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