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“I might go home, I don’t know. “My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. That place was closed by the police last month. Girls erupted in waves of whispering as soon as she passed them by. Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and sloop. Some Chinaman might take it into his head to shout: "Death to the foreign devils!" And out of that wall yonder would boil battle and murder and sudden death. I am apparently a beast, a pig and an imbecile, too, if memory serves me.
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