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He kissed her at the door. “I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and in the same style. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. "Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. Michelle greeted Mike with a smile. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him. 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.
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