“You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. ” “Rather! But I wonder why you don’t mean it?” “Because, I suppose, the other thing is better. “I have a message from your sister. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha. ” “Agreed,” said Ann Veronica.
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