Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. The theme was a masquerade. Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. I’m going to that stupid party at the Vorsack’s to get to the bottom of it. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River. A curious silence ensued. You must forgive the poet’s license I take.
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