He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. “All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. " "Wretch!" cried Mrs.
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