’ ‘That’s better. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. “My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. ‘Precisely. ’ The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at her side. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost.
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