“Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. 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. Now if she sent fifteen pounds the suggestion that she had spent a five-pound note in the meanwhile would be irresistible. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things —they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered.
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