Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm.
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