It’s—it’s a social difference. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your trouble. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’
‘Certainly I was following. “You, too,” he said abruptly. In this state of knowledge
you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone. ‘Exactement. I cannot answer that question. ‘Alors, I see how is this. Take me to the Stone Room. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with
the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close.
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