There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that
fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance
striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European
clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had
journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. “Please make yourselves comfortable while I see to the
coffee. I seek chaos,
but not out of choice. And so bitterly did the carpenter
reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in
search of it. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he
dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street.
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