It is for that reason that
this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history
of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. The white
haze of poison clouded her eyes. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. "
The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells
impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese
incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her
inhalations. "
"Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. It was as if she had come
upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and
behind the door—nothing. ”
He said nothing for a space. This time he couldn't get far. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her
sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure.
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