There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. I could not have spoken to her. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. “There are some people,” he said at last, “who seem fated to carry on their shoulders the burdens of other people. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green.
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