He seemed too noisy. “But how can you?” asked Constance. "How are you off there, Shoplatch?" inquired Kneebone. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she was saying. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. You know all this stuff is insured. Fifty sent home. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. He would go there. Everything proclaimed the mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. But I'll not believe it of you.
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