It wasn’t. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. But most of all, I wanted to love. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and
spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set
his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a
condescension. She was discussing one of those modern
advanced plays with a remarkable, with an extraordinary, confidence. 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. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently
she would be free.
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