” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. No work that offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. ” “Thank you very much,” Anna said. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring.
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