It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you. 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. "You've been quizzing my friend Kent, I perceive, in your Burlington Gate. "I'd forgotten.
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