Anna and her escort exchanged glances. Missy looked like a troll with lipstick on. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. Her moods were many and always striking. “I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. . ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. I would love to think of how beautiful your children will be!” “I want to be with you.
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