"It looks as though, we should go together," he said, pulling her toward him. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. 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. So she built a shrine. "I lost a very valuable one some time ago. . Your husband could have told you that. ” Resigned, she rosined the bow and tightened the loose strings.
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