“Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. 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. I suppose because it IS the chief thing in life. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent.
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