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He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. He's a nice boy, a good student. 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. He might miss at this distance. Listen to me, Winifred. Not afraid of me, either. Happen what might, he could not be in a worse position. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual habit, she would have no problem. It is Thérèse.
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