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full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite
side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and
saluted and spoke to her. “We are clerks in the same bank. "
"If in my power—certainly. "In Canton. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a
highly meretricious quality caught her eye. ”
“You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your
husband?”
“Yes. I'll send for Wu Fang. ’
‘Now you come to mention it, it is stupid,’ Gerald said, struck. The ring's yours, and you're
mine.
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