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I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn.
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