She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. He glanced at his watch. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. She despises me, I suppose.
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