There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered. It is necessary. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. You would want me to be clean, if you gave me a thought, that is. I will be as silent as the grave. Only now it does not matter at all because Joan has come and has seen me. Mr. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage.
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