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It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. I want to be a person by myself, and to pull my own strings.

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