He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined Thames.
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