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‘Monsieur Breton,’ said the (young, as he now saw) Chinese girl,  who was dressed in ornately patterned silks of red and gold.  ‘ You are here about the sheets?’

Behind her, dwarfing her, set in a wall covered with intricate red and gold lacquer-work, was an entrance way composed of two prodigiously large mahogany doors.

(John A. Scott, ‘André Breton in Melbourne (1942)& rsquo; Southerly 73.3)

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