A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. “You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. . ” She barked. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River.
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