“I suppose all life is an affair of chances. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. “Monsieur would dine! It was very good! And Madame, of course?” with a low bow. "It is time!" "For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. No doubt he has been drinking for days without eating substantially, and his heart gave out. I shan't drive a hard bargain. ‘Get you invited to a party where the French émigrés will be present? Nothing easier, dear boy.
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