It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. E.
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