He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. Spurling in alarm.
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