It was a purse. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. Would to God I had. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. And guess what? I don’t sleep much, if you haven’t noticed.
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