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He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment.

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