The delay was only momentary. Look at it, I say. Maggot, laughing. To-morrow I'll wire Cook's and the American Express in Hong-Kong to see if there is any mail. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. Even the children jeer. I was the last on board.
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