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. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. " "You are the kindest man I have ever known," said Ruth, unashamed of her tears. But that is men all over. The second is to somehow meet Lady Ferringhall. She was beautiful once, Lucia. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling.
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