His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. "Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ould Ireland!"
"Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. McClintock had brought from
Penang three mangosteen evergreens; and, wonders of wonders, they had thrived
—as trees. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. His deduction was correct that the beauty of Ruth
Enschede could not remain hidden long even on a forgotten isle.
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