I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. ‘Why do you stand there? Take him up, and bring him out at once.
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