“Well, anyhow, consider it open. ’ Gerald looked round. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “Soul to soul. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair. But here’s what is different this time. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license.
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