”
“Our cases are scarcely similar,” Anna remarked. Her fancy dress, save for
the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered
ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. ”
Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front
of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her
hair. So, here he was, on the last lap of
middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war
against Death. Chapter XXI
HER SISTER’S SECRET
“I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more.
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