” “Lady Ferringhall! Anna!” he exclaimed. "And now," said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name,) "you will no longer defer my happiness. 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. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. That is why I am here. Don’t you care for Nigel at all?” Anna was silent for a moment or two. She is a woman chosen in youth for her beauty and her intelligence.
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