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‘Oh, famous. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. “That is my dream of you,” said Manning, warming. “I was glad you did not send it back again,” he said. And the situation it makes!—the situation!” Thus Manning, egotistical, inconsecutive, unreal. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. The carte de jour was before Monsieur.
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