“Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. So, here he was, on the last lap of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war against Death. “Oh, damn!” he said. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself.
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