“Then why go out with him, Michelle? Why belabor yourself?” Lucy questioned. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. 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. You can, too, if you wish. A deep roar followed this order, and several missiles were launched at the vehicle, which was driven off at a furious pace. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement. But the objects in his range of vision remained unchanged. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune.
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