They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearer than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, I have prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to be a man, and be exposed to his father's temptations—rather than he should live as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father. It had a tiny flaw, most bizarre. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. “Can you come out tonight?” “Um, sure, I guess.
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