I swore to hang you two years ago, but I deferred my purpose. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam. ’ ‘Eh?’ Almost Melusine betrayed herself at his startled look. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger.
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