There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. "These writer chaps are queer birds. Even Ah Cum had resumed his Oriental shell of reserve. Let us walk about. She had not been sufficiently prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert and receptive.
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