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The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. He came over to me. There must be ways of getting rid of him. There are some islands upon which he is not permitted to land any more. He never retires to rest till daybreak—if at all. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again.
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