One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. I know that in my heart I would take whatever he gave. ” She wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his youthfulness. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. . “Monsieur would dine! It was very good! And Madame, of course?” with a low bow. ‘He could have little comfort there, indeed. And then suddenly—a relief. ‘Dear me. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. I have established a fine trade.
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