The trip to Brindisi seemed an endless one. He seemed to have lost hisearlier tendency to be a "mixer." He became more morose, moreself-immured. He found himself without the desire to make new friends,and his Celtic ancestry equipped him with a mute and sullen antipathyfor his aggressively English fellow travelers. He spent much of histime in the smoking-room, playing solitaire. When they stopped atMadras and Bombay he merely emerged from his shell to make sure if notrace of Binhart were about. He was no more interested in theseheathen cities of a heathen East than in an ash-pile through which hemight have to rake for a hidden coin.
Hong Kong Cat III Hidden Desire 1991
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