Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. CHAPTER XIV Ruth lost the point entirely. So I've grown hard—outside. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. Mr. ’ Gerald raised his brows. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees.
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