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I have something that weighs heavily upon my mind. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. But of course the money will not be refunded. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. 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. Ran in the family. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself.
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