“Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only waste your time here. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. “Really,” she said. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. I can’t help it. I rather want them. I took the usual way home. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. And she was as shrewd as they come. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday.
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