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To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. I've a few necessary directions to leave with my people, to put 'em on their guard against the chance of a surprise. And the food! She and Marina had done most of the cooking at home.
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