She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day. Sheppard. ” “Delusion!” he muttered, glaring at her. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. Too late. He waited.
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