One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. She went to her bedroom, but she did not go to bed. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. They crossed the Park to the westward, and then turned back and walked round the circle about the Royal Botanical Gardens and then southwardly toward Waterloo. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. ‘Leave it, imbecile.
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