Thought returned after repeated, prolonged nagging. There was indeed every chance for it. Yes, sir. That nearer Jap girl yesterday on the bench-seat, constructed in the mould of the
Russian Matryoshka doll: squat, neckless, helmet-hair. Warm and animated; bright, attractive spirit… Still now it was quite unclear whether
it might have been Tomoko No.2. Unlikely, but by no means impossible. So a great deal was in accord. The look, proportion, manner, thin voice, colouration. Native
kind of farm-girl flush. (Tomoko hailed from a remote Prefecture.) Neatness and
matronliness. Fitting perfectly the picture of an
orderly, efficient & responsible nurse. The thought was more than a little
preposterous, yet not to be discounted. Even after an exchange of a number of
pleasantries. Her side too the European of a certain size, proportion, colour
could easily remain undifferentiated; it would not be the first occasion
where such a thing occurred. The racial mask.
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