If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. “I wish he had,” she said. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. She opened her mouth and inhaled water. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. ‘It is imbecile that you are.
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