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To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. You shall not take me alive. Pardon what I have said, Madam.
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