His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. "Bravo," cried Sheppard, examining its contents, which proved to be a file, a chisel, two or three gimblets, and a piercer. What does it matter? It is here, and it is here to stay. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears.
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