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The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. " "All right. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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