Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. 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.
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