These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner. ‘But I’ve known that for years. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. 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.
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