“Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause. He suspected a trap. “Lucy, you have to play for us after dinner, oh please. It comforts him when he is most forlorn. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. It’s not you—not a bit. He liked to draw her in, and she did her best to talk. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil.
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