She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. I wonder what it was. “How gratified she must have been! If only I had known I would have made an effort to get home in time for dinner. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again.
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