In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. "How so?" asked Wild, curiously. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. " There was a brief, breathless pause. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against.
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