Part 2, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​⁠To Peter this revelation was like the addition of a single grain to a bucket brimming with sand.

"Well, what of it?" he barked.

"To a man who is fat and untidy, a man old enough to be my father, who treats me as if I were a thief, or a dog. I loathe him. And he detests me. You see"—she smiled ironically—"we are not very happy. I ran away from him a month ago, from Hong Kong. I ran as far as Singaraj