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Only Gwen left a letter on the pincushion. "Come home directly, Sir. 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. “I am sure,” she said, “that you mean to stay until you are turned out. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with
gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. With a gesture which was without any
kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure
on the floor and gave the room number. You only mean a secret for a little time?”
“Just for a little time,” she said; “yes. She helped herself to the
remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting
her luggage out of the house. Manning called. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts.
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