One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. She could not help but swoon a little. A kind but hard looking female officer named Rose took her into a room and sat her down at a small wooden table. The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. ’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. Very glad. “My dad is into this stuff.
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