. \"Well, to tell you the truth, John Diedermayer. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. “How’s the star?” John’s father asked. . She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. 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. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. He made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last conversation in that study. His glances were hard to disguise as he scanned her periodically during class. It was a grand life. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. The Red Room.
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