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I had not been near the Royal Society since—since you disgraced me. It could not be she who had done this. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. “It couldn’t be. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. "Stir a foot, at your peril.
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