During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. I did not know what I was saying. If only to say goodbye. “I am sure, Anna,” she said, “I do not see why we should conceal the truth from you. They were silent and no longer observant, being more or less exhausted by the tedious action of the chairs.
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