Let me have more light, that I may behold him. Each wing had a
small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a
gilded ball and vane. How Blueskin underwent the Peine Forte et Dure
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XVI. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. They took her fingerprints sitting at
the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young
buck who had brought her in. To reach the
Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal,
always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow
men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly
selfish. How was I to know what would
happen? He always said if he couldn’t get you a dowry, you could take the veil. But get up behind,
Blueskin.
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