But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. "Well, what can you expect, guzzling poison like that? Are you returning with us to Hong-Kong in the morning?" "No. He cocked an eyebrow. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. Only she hadn’t. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. F. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. But to live at peace with your neighbour…. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her.
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