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"But, let that pass. Shari smiled and Mike whispered to her. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. The sing-song girls in Hong-Kong are far handsomer. I shall count it a privilege.
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