We’d reached the foot of the low hill, and Chuan broke into a little jog, forging ahead of us and suddenly vanishing. He had dropped into a dip that had been cut into the land so artfully that we couldn’t see it until we were standing on the edge of the fall, which was disguised […]

He was waiting for me by the Coromandel screen. I hesitated – it suddenly occurred to me what people might say: I was a white woman alone in another mans house, and not just any man, but a Chinaman. He looked across the length of the hall at me, and then, without uttering a word, […]