One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl.
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