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Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. Throughout the afternoon, while the doctor was giving her the first lesson out of his profound knowledge of life, her interest would break away continually, despite her honest efforts to pin it down to the facts so patiently elucidated for her. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. No matter. And it filled seven sheets of notepaper, each written only on one side. Sheppard. He turned in at the club. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him.
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