He was way out of her league and it
was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to
her, let alone walk her home. 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. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. With Jack so badly injured, how would
she get him home? How get herself home, now that Trodger had arrested her. As he crossed the cellar,
he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture
that he almost touched him. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. “I have given it up,” she answered. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised.
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