“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. ’ ‘On the contrary. Some of your sex, I mean. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. I have an engagement with a theatrical agent—I believe for the ‘Unusual’. Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu.
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