" The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her inhalations. With her foodle doo! "I've a toast to propose," cried Sheppard, filling a bumper. . He was all alone, like herself. Happily they had no one else to wait for, and it heartened her mightily to think that she had ordered the promptest possible service of the dinner. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. He’ll survive. "I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done.
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