They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. 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. This amazing world she had set forth to discover! Yesterday at this time she had had no thought in her head about Canton. The tension was palpable. A disconcerting gray eye that had a mystifying depth.
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