A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. He wants you so, he is still a virgin. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen.
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