I don’t care! I’m
glad I did. ‘What the devil for?’
‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power. She had, it was
true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. He
addressed himself chiefly to Goopes, and spoke as if in reply to long-sustained
inquiries on the part of Goopes into the personnel of the Marylebone Borough
Council. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless
you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong
and starting afresh.
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