. “Dyed!” “And your figure?” “One’s corsetière arranges that. 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. Would you like to see them at work?" "Lead on, Macduff!" Ah Cum raised the skirt of his fluttering blue silk robe and stored the bill away in a trouser wallet. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. Mrs.
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