” Lady Ferringhall sat with half closed eyes and clenched teeth. She is, in her way, a dear. “Delicious!” she murmured. Her aunt was a long time before she answered. Satisfied, however, that she did not notice him, Jonathan glided away as noiselessly as he came, and ascended another short flight of stairs leading to the garret. So they fenced with smiles. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins.
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