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It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. “I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile across the table at him, “is here.
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